You’re the best Justin.

“Clean that shit up Robby. And fix the book shelf. Your clumsy ass is always falling over breaking shit.” His father turned and walked out of his son’s room. Rob knew where his father was going. Back to the living room to turn on the TV and pass out. When that happened Robert would usually go sneak a few beers from the fridge and drink until he himself passed out. He had been caught once before, there was still an impression on his chest from where his father had hit him.