Growing up he always seemed to me like a brute, and there wasn't a week that he didn't fight with someone, sometimes physically. Often times it'd be a daily occurrence. So yeah, he was scary as fuck to argue with. Then my teens came along and everything was a fight with my dad -- once he pulled out my room's door out of its frame because I had locked him out, and I promptly head-butted him out of the room.

I ended up not being afraid of him but respecting what he had to go through to provide for us. His upbringing, character and his way of thinking/living are so distant from me that it is difficult to sit down and talk with him, but I'd definitely take the call and not tell him he's annoying me or anything like that. One of the most important things we were taught is you always try to help family and friends, even if you're mad at them.