My dad and I never talk about anything. He talks (re: orders) to me when he needs me to do something.
Sorry to say, but there isn't really love between us; just the biological tie and obligation.
almost same shit, its a bit worse. when i actually try to have a conversation with him, he tends to pick out some words and fuck up the whole convo.
i hate it.
edit - i hate it in the sense that thats how it is. i want to get close, but we are both too stuburn (sp) to get through shit. ironically we tend to work pretty good together when it comes to the weekend business. besides that, nothing.