I can get away from my parents everywhere except in my dreams. I wish I could say that I’d dreamed they were better than they really are but I guess I’m just not that creative of a person. In the dream my dad and I got into it over my report card and he punched me for bringing home straight c’s and not being more upset over disappointing him by not being smarter. And then having to put on a smile and pretend that everything’s all fine and we’re a happy family to go over to his friends house so that they can talk about charity or whatever while I’m having to make nice with a bunch of kids I don’t really know outside of our parents throwing us together.