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Haha, wow Mal - perhaps you should have considered pretending to fall down the stairs.
My father and I had a strange relationship - I didn't really lie all that much to him. Instead, I just basically sensored the information that he was told.
Although I couldn't actually see his face, I clearly remember imagining it when he got a call at about 3:30 in the morning on a school night (I had snuck out - and believe it or not, it was the first time) when he got a call from the police.
Policeman: "Do you know where your son is?"
Father: "Uh... in his room, sleeping?"
Policeman: "Actually, he's at the corner of blank and blank street. Could you come pick him up?"
Yeah, not pretty.
We weren't out causing rucas or anything like that, we were driving back to my house after watching a movie at my friends house. Unfortunately, we got pulled over (one of the brakelights was out) and I was in violation of curfew...
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