Here we go again. I sighed in frustration and rubbed my temples. "I'm tired, Dad. Can we not talk about this right now?"

"The hell we will!" He shouted. "We are going to talk about it now!"

I wish I was fully drunk, so that I didn't have to bear having this conversation. I was just a little tipsy and he knew that.

Dad took a breath to calm himself, then continued quietly. "Carson, we have to talk about this. You can't keep avoiding this discussion."

"We have talked ...