Well since the last 2 days ive been working on the car inside the garage. I took the intake of, valve covers, made sure my rockers were on there good, and just double checking ****. My dad told me to do it in the garage since its pretty hot out. So i did. Every time he walks in and out the door he has to stare me down tell me im no mechanic, whats wrong with it now, and just gets on my nervs!!!!!!!!!! And thus the reason i always rather work on it on the sun. Far from were he sees me. So right now i was almost done and he asked(i was already pissed he was talking ****) if i can help hm on his 65 Mustang. So i look at him and just smile(but you tell i was pissed ), im like ok, then he wants me to put in the hood. So there we are my mom, dad and me. He cant get in one bolt and starts cuzing and yelling, that its my fault cuz my tools are in the ****ing floor, grabs the jack throws it and nearly hit my car. He walks in and tels me to pick up my ****!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Im like 2 seconds away from beating his old ass!!!!!!!!!!! I got to deal with his ****ing **** at work and here at home 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ****ing driving me crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!