So I was driving on a mountainous area, in my city, with my dad next to me and it was a downward slope. A deer suddenly appeared it just stood there for a while, I wanted to touch it or maybe take a picture. But I knew it'd run off if I got out of the car, I considered running it over to prevent it from moving and might have done it, but my dad grabbed my wrist to prevent me from doing it and the deer ran off. Apparently he values the physical health of an animal, over his own son's life. What a pretentious saint, that wretched bastard.
