I hate my biological father. He is a peice of shit. He abandoned me for the last 25 years, then I met him and for the last 7 he has proved that he a waste of good oxygen.
If he died tomorrow I wouldn't shed a single tear.

My "Dad" however is cool, he is a little weird but aren't we all. We smoke out sometimes and he helps me out whenever he can. He raised me since I was 3 years old and we have had our share of problems, but I am proud to call him Dad. He is much better at being a Grandpa then he was at being a dad, he didn't deal with me well when I was a teen, but hell I was a ruthless little bitch who hated the world and he did the best he could with what he had to work with.