Pulled up to my dad’s house to see his car crashed into a tree a neighbors holding his head up. The dogs hit the gear into reverse and knocked him over. So much blood and I was in a panic. Dad is out of the hospital now and determined to make our meeting tomorrow. You can beat the shit out of us, but don’t ever count out a Whatley. That’s my dad. Quit isn’t in our vocabulary. He’s a beast.
