Jason's Experience by Jason

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Jason's Experience

I thought I would share my personal experience that has inspired by stories.

In my late teens, I grew up in a small town. By dad was a truck driver who would be on the road a lot. We had a typical relationship.
Usually good, but would butt heads on occasion. He expected us kids to do well in school and tend to our chores around the house.
The things that would anger him most would be if we failed either of these.

One year was a difficult year for me at school and my grades started to slip. My dad would ask about it, and I told him I was trying but I just can't.
The one thing dad hammered on about was the difference between 'TRY', 'CAN'T' and 'WON'T'. I was trying, but dad saw it as 'WON'T'.

During the year I had met new friends and ones dad was not impressed with. The father of my best friend was always drunk and it seemed not too
involved in my friend's life. I think that caused him to rebel a bit. He'd skip school and smoke. He'd get his older brother to buy us beer. I started
be be more like my friends in attitude and appearance I guess. We thought we were cool. We'd skate board all the time, smoke and drink beer. We had
long hair and played poker. I spent a lot of time hanging out with them. Maybe my grades slipped a bit because I was spending more time bumming around
than attending to my studies, not sure.

Anyway, when dad got my progress report, he blew a fit. Man, the argument we had. I got a years worth of 'I'm very disappointed' commentary from him.
He zeroed in on my changed attitude and appearance too. He was so pissed, he seemed to point out everything he had found wrong with me.
I was so irritated he complained so much, I stormed out of the house and met up with my friends.

After skateboarding, we popped open a beer and smoked. I guess that might not have been wise to do at the city park. A cop saw us and took us to the station.

That was scary.

About an hour or so later, my dad showed up. Man, was he pissed. Red faced, sweat rolling down his face. I think I would have been belted right there had we not
been at a police station. We left the station. He didn't say a word. When we got home he told me to get to my room. I never seen him so angry. I thought
for sure I was grounded for life. I was lying on my bed when he flung open the door. He was still red faced. As he came in my room, he yanked off
his belt and yelled for me to get over and put my hands on my desk. That was the worst belting I ever had. It seemed to go on and on. It
probably wasn't that long, but dang - did that hurt!

When he was done, he pulled me into the bathroom. I was ordered to sit on the toilet. That was rather uncomfortable on my butt. He got a canvas bag out from under the sink
and pulled out a set of hair clippers. He plugged them in and told me to hold still. He buzzed off my hair into a crewcut. I couldn't believe it.
When he was done, he told me to sweep up the hair. Then another belting while holding on to the sink. He then told me to take a shower because he said I smelled
like booze and cigarettes.

I was grounded for weeks. I was pissed, but what could I do? I couldn't see my friends again. I had to tend to school to improve my progress report.
Every few weeks he ordered me to the bathroom for another buzzing. That continued for months.

I never smoked or drank again, and my grades did improve.

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