sometimes no matter where i am i have these flashbacks of my dad. i remember one time we were painting our newly built fence when i was around 8 and dad was about 12 beers in(it was around 1230pm) and i spilt the whole gallon of brown paint on the grass and next thing you know dad spun around and called me a fucking idiot and roundhouse kicked me in the chest.  it hurt so bad and thats just one of the memories i remembered today.  i wish thoughts of the past would go away.  i hate having a temper and bad memory.