Smashing Pumpkins

On Halloween I was so busy I didn't have time to carve the pumpkin. My dad, who was drunk, decided to carve it himself. He made eyes with a scary sharpness to them, the mouth with a drunken frown. In some ways it seemed to be a portrait of M.A.D. (My Alcoholic Dad). A few days later I looked inside the pumpkin and it was rotting, but the outside looked just fine. My dad was drunk, as usual, and I felt really mad at him. I took my baseball bat and smashed the pumpkin. I told my mom that I was smashing M.A.D., My Alcoholic Dad. That's what I want to do today, smash the alcoholic, so I can get my real dad back.