First stage: Dad screaming profanities in the studio ("******** you!" over and over)
Initial thoughts: Prolly screaming at the baseball game.
Second stage: Screaming of profanities does not stop. Slamming of the door very hard.
Initial thoughts: Gawd, I REALLY hope he's not abusing mom or something.
Third stage: Profanities continue. Bashing of the drum cymbals and my dad flat out yelling.
Initial thoughts: Omfg. Is there a burglar in the house or something? -state of panic-
Then my mom comes inside after relaxing by the pool and says she's going downstairs to practice piano for the gig tomorrow. BIG sigh of relief once she leaves to go downstairs.
I'm still not sure what happened.
Right On!: Spam With a Twist!
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