Author's Note: I know that this is sort of a over-exaggeration of my father, but I just really liked the piece. I thought it overall, fit his character from a large variety of a bunch of different scenes and mushed it into one.
With thundering footsteps, he walked into the house after a long day at work. As he throws his boots in the basement, just missing his cat he yells, "How ya doing?" With a quick reply, I say, "Good, I guess." He stumbles on into the living room and clicks on the television nice and loud; so loud I bet the neighbors could hear. He notices the candy bar my sister left laying on the coffee table, picks it up and scarfs it down like a dog being served a hamburger. "TURN THE MUSIC DOWN!" he exclaims, "I need to make a call." *1 minute later* "Hi Mom, how are you doing?"
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