It was a bit of an ass-hull.

It was about one in the morning when I got a phone call from my son.

He sighed loudly and picked up the landline.

My son was a bit of an asshole in a kid way. He liked the tease and made fun of me, but I understood.

I also understood his college antics as well. It's not like I was the most well-behaved person in my college.

Hello, Jack, I said as warmly as I possibly could.

His line sounded busy.

It seemed like he was in a crowded area or a party. It made sense. I heard that college

parties lasted for days.

Dad? he shouted. I didn't expect him to be so loud and I jumped at the volume of his voice.

Dad, where are you?

He yelled.

He was slurring his words and didn't seem to realize that he was shouting.

At home? I replied.

My dog, Bear, woke up at the sound of my voice.

I heard the clicking of a pause come down the hallway from my bedroom to the kitchen.

Jack, is there something wrong?

Didn't you hear? My friend said there's a wrong? Didn't you hear?

My friend said there's a big thunderstorm coming tonight,

he exclaimed.

Dad, you literally only have a dog.

What if you die?

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