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there before. Don’t worry about them telling you they don’t like you. It’s gonna happen. You can’t give a fuck. Otherwise, guys like you and me will never get laid.”
    Our waitress was ten feet away and quickly approaching to take our order. I was crawling out of my skin. I felt like all of Denny’s—all of San Diego—was listening, watching, and laughing, and I just wanted it to end. So I did something I rarely do to my dad: I cut him off.
    “Dad, can you please get to the point you’re trying to make? I don’t want to talk about this the whole breakfast with all these people around us,” I said, as I looked to my left and right, indicating that people were listening and that it was embarrassing for me.
    He paused and looked around the restaurant, and then right at the college kids next to us, who quickly glanced away.
    “You give a shit what all these people think, huh? Even though you never met a goddamned one of them,” he said.
    He nodded, grabbed the newspaper next to him, and began reading, which was almost more awkward, since now I had nothing to do but stare at the flip side of his paper, alone with my humiliation. We ordered our food and sat in silence until the waitress returned with my dad’s scrambled eggs and my pancakes.
    “Dad. What was the point you were trying to make?” I said, finally, in a hushed voice.
    “Son, you’re always telling me why women don’t like you. No one wants to lay the guy who wouldn’t lay himself.”
    “That’s all you were gonna say?” I asked.
    “No. But if you give a shit about what a bunch of people in Denny’s think about you, then the rest of what I was gonna say doesn’t even matter.”
    I told him to stop reading his newspaper, and he put it on the greasy table and looked me in the eye.
    “So is that why you took me here? Some kind of test to see if I’d get embarrassed?”
    “Son, do I look like the type with a master fucking plan? I just wanted to talk to you and eat some eggs. Let me finish doing one of them.”

On Yard Work
    “What are you doing with that rake?…No, that is not raking…. What? Different styles of raking? No, there’s one style, and then there’s bullshit. Guess which one you’re doing.”
    On Being One with the Wilderness
    “I’m not sure you can call that roughing it, son…. Well, for one, there was a fucking minivan parked forty feet from your sleeping bags.”
    On Getting Rejected by the First Girl I Asked to Prom
    “Sorry to hear that. Hey, have you seen my fanny pack?…No, I care about what you said, I told you I was sorry to hear it. Jesus, I can’t be sorry and wonder where my fanny pack is at the same fucking time?”
    On My Attempts to Participate in Urban Culture
    “What the fuck are you doing on the floor writhing around?…I’m not sure what break dancing is, but I sincerely hope it’s not what you’re doing.”
    On Selling His Beloved 1967 Two-Door Mercury Cougar
    “This is what happens when you have a family. You sacrifice. [Pause] You sacrifice a lot. [Long pause] It’s gonna be in your best interest to stay away from me for the next couple days.”
    On the SATs
    “Remember, it’s just a test. If you fuck up, it doesn’t mean you’re a fuckup. That said, try not to fuck this up. It’s pretty important.”
    On Picking the Right College
    “Don’t pick some place just because you think it’ll be easy to get laid there…. No, no, that’s a very good reason to pick a lot of things, just not this.”
    On Proper Etiquette for Borrowing His Car
    “You borrowed the car, and now it smells like shit. I don’t care if you smell like shit, that’s your business. But when you shit up my car, then that’s my business. Take it somewhere and un-shit that smell.”
    On Curfew
    “I don’t give a shit what time you get home, just don’t wake me up. That’s your curfew: not waking me up.”
    On Using Hair Gel for the First Time
    “It looks fine, you just smell weird. I can’t put my finger on