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I am finally back in California...well I moved here on March 28th but I am making this entry now.
Where I was living, Arizona was a barren wasteland with nothing but the hot sun, scorpions, black widows and a small shopping center. When I first moved to Arizona, my father believed that I wanted to stay there for a year just so I can go on the road with him to see what it was like and get away from CA...but this wasn't true...my real intentions were just to use my father to see people I have met online so I can just say hi and just hang with them for awhile. This, of course, was impossible, not really impossible but it couldn't work since my father would be with me the entire time...so the whole plan was just screwed up. My father was paying me $200 a trip which was nothing at all. I got started on my credit by getting my mother a necklace that cost me $600 (which I am still paying for). I did have some fun on the road but most of it was just horrid sadness and depression...I had long hours of doing nothing but just sitting and thinking about everyone I use to talk to. I would have called them but my father was with me 24/7 so I just didn't. Thankfully, my father said I could work with him anymore since they were losing money by paying me. So I had to stay home with my step mother, step sister and half sister. They were okay, my mother did watch over me like crazy, she didn't like me go out at night or walking home from work or anything, my step sister was funny as hell and we were pretty close, my half sister was a little b***h, so selfish and lazy. While living with my step family, I had to deal with my step mother and step sister constantly fighting about stupid things which I would usually ignore and drown out with video games and loud music. When I got my first Job at Lowe's (A Home Improvement Store that is based on Customer Service) I was happy but still kinda downed. I was a Cashier making $9.34 but I told myself that I should be happy and stick with it since I needed it with the bills I had to pay.
I was doing very well and I started feeling comfortable with my coworkers and I also learned a lot of things about them which I always loved. They all made me happy, one guy who worked in ToolWorld would walk around with a zombie like stare which always made me laugh and he was sarcastically funny, there was also a comic book fan in Plumbing, a Punk rocker chick, a motherly like cashier ,ect. They were all awesome as hell!
Everyday, I would go to work and play video games, that was my daily schedule. Whenever my father came home from his job, things would just get out of hand. When he came home I would be apathetic and ignore his needs and wants just so I could play my games and be left alone...
Things would go as normal when he was gone...
well now that I got all that good stuff out of the way lets talk about WHY I came back to Arizona...
First off, I was planning to move back no matter what anyone said, so me moving was inevitable. Also my dad is very emotional and a little mentally disturbed. He has the potential of being a great father but he just has some major issue he has to work out. His mother would beat him and his sister to near death and wouldn't care anything about her kids. If I was my father at his age, I would have told my mother to get the ******** out of my life and to go get shot and die in Compton, LA. Instead, my father became completely obedient to her. My grandmother had a spare key to the House and she would come over and check the house if it was 100% clean and perfect....she would also steal any valuables and take any money she found lying around. If the house wasn't clean, she would tell my father, he would come home and yell at my step mother and on rare occasions, beat her. I would normally stay out of situations like this but slowly it was causing me to hate my father more and he didn't know it.
I don't believe that violence solves anything and should never be used at all. My father would constantly tell me that I needed to get laid and get ******** up drunk and smoke pot or else I am going to be a little mutant child.
Honestly, I have never been affected by name calling, insults or physical beatings. I am a great guy, I am nice, I make people smile, I am funny, I am never mean, I always listen, I am emotional, sensitive, clean, pure, never smoke, never drink alcoholic beverages, and I am just a sweet innocent person who just wants to be loved and held onto. That may not be what you would call manly, but Atleast I am someone you can always count on for emotional comfort and honesty.
My father didn't understand how I was never fazed by his comments and didn't like it much. Also, my step mother is a very hard working and caring mother, she does have some anger issues but aside from that, she was very loving and emotional. Also we have a little dog named Max.

Now back to the story, this day, my father was suppose to be on his way to New Jersey making a drop off, but he decided to stay at the house with us for a day then go to New Jersey. So that day he came over and we were all depressed out of our minds. He watched a movie with his Wife and daughter, not me or my step sister cause we refused to watch his boring movies. When it was time for everyone except me, to go to bed, my dad went to his room to find out that the dog had pissed on HIS side of the bed. My dad caught the dog and for 30 mins, he proceeded to beat the dog, making it scream. my father then threatened my Step sister and Step mother that he was going to kill the dog by running it over. he then came to me and told me he was going to kill the dog and asked me "What do you think?" I told him that I didn't care because I knew he wasn't going to do it and even if he was going to, he would be sent to jail before it could lay a hand on the dog.
The next morning, I had to go to work and work a 8 Hour shift from 8:30Am to 4:30Pm. My dad volunteered to drive me to work and at the same time, he asked me why I wasn't paying attention to him and why I didn't want to talk to him. I told him that I am not the kind of person who wants to just sit down and talk. I am the kind of person who likes to talk while playing a video game or watching TV, I don't like quiet things, its very annoying and reminds me of this one break up I had that caused me to go into a deep depression that lasted 1 month, Everyday I cried, I didn't eat, I didn't talk to anyone, I would just think about suicide, and would constantly talk to myself in the darkness of my room.
I told my father that I am not as dependent as I use to be and that family has caused me more pain then anyone on this planet. I also said that I like my friends more then family cause they understand how I am and they accept it, they don't tell me to start drinking, smoking or have sex....They have never thought to even ask me to try any of that, only my family has done that to me.
When he dropped me off, I knew that he was going to do something stupid. Work was normal that day and I was happy to see everyone and made all the customers happy with my sarcastic bad cashier humor.
Then when it was time for me to go home, I called my step mother to come pick me up. She told me that my father had been arrested for beating up my step sister.
Honestly, I wasn't very surprised and I knew this was coming since the night before. So I bought a video game and they picked me up and told me what happened.
This is what happened According to my Step family:

My father came home and then yelled at my step mother saying that I had turned my back on my father. He then attempted to take the dog away from my step sister, at the same time, yelling that he was going to duct tape the dog behind the car on the ramp and run it over. My sister wouldn't let it go so my dad got angry and then began beating her. My step mother called the police and when they got there, he was arrested.

My step mother told me that I could either stay with them or I could move back to California. I didn't want to leave everyone at work, but I had to go back to California, There are some things I have to do here, I just want to be happy, I really do. I am always depressed.
So yeah, I got a transfer and all that was left was to wait for the day for my mom to come pick me up.

I told everyone at work when I was moving and they all didn't take it so well. My friend at work, Robert (the Comic Book guy that worked in Plumbing) was one of my closest friends and he was bummed out the most.
On the last day, I came into work 2 hours early just so me and Robert could hang out and chill, we took a few pictures together and we talked about comics and a lot of things. Hopefully we can see each other at Comicon this year!
On the last day everyone said bye to me and the MOD said on the intercom "Everyone say goodbye to Daniel, this is his last day working at Lowes because he will be moving to California, (then he started singing) Daniel is arriving Tonight on a plane! Oh it looks like Daniel!" (if you don't know, its a line from the song "Daniel" song by Elton John) Everyone said bye and some gave me hugs and wished me good luck, then before we left I started to tear up, but I was able to hold it in. One of my coworkers gave me a lift home, but she could drop me off all the way to the house so I had to walk a short distance, but that was good cause in that short distance I had to cry my eyes out and hold myself all the way down to the house. When I got there, everyone was asleep and I had to make a quick call...

The next day (the day I was to get picked up) I stayed home playing video games, all day making calls and packing stuff. When my mom got to the house, she gave me a hug and started helping me pick up stuff and putting into the van (along with my brother and Brien, my mom's bf). Then my step mother got there and she talked to my mom for a bit and ect.
My next door neighbor came and said good bye to me and told me that I was a good boy and to never change the way I was, My step mother said the same thing as she began to cry while hugging me. Then after the good byes, I had to run into the house to make a private call to someone.
Then we all left and here I am...

I am now a Full-Time Cashier at Lowe's making about $10.00 an hour, I play video games still and my brother and I are closer.
I still miss my coworkers but we still keep in contact.

Thats it I guess...now I am just waiting for June and July to come....some things are going to happen, and when they do, I hope I will be happier then I ever have been before in my life.

Just an FYI, I am still as sweet and nice as I ever have been, I will not change my ways. I want to be the nicest guy anyone has ever met, I want people to be able to depend on me and treat me as nice as I treat them. mrgreen

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