And I said, 'What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?'

Talk about awkward.
It's pretty common knowledge that my dad knows. Everything. The drugs, the sex, everything. These walls aren't too thick, you know. But last night, while Carl was over, naked in bed with me, my dad knocks on the door and leans his head in to tell me to turn my music down. Now, he didn't say anything then, and he's been in the garage all day, but I can tell you it will be really, really awkward.

Especially because Carl attempted to jump out of bed and hide, to really no avail. He just sort of flashed my dad.

I'm really wondering if my dad will say anything at all.