Dreams

Its 1972 Kanas City M.O

The soft breaze of smmer is blowin the singlr thread cottin curtian back and forth. Like a heartbeat. Its cool layin in bed. Im in the third grade.Kids are playin out in he streets. I want to stay inside.Its safe in here. I wish that moment would last for ever



snap back to 1996 Im sick my stomic hurts,cold one second hot the next,uuuuuuuuggggggghhhh the sound I make as I dry heave. Fuck me why did I do this to myself ? Tears roll down my cheeks. I cry Im supposed to be someones baby, but I not

Christmas 1975

There fighting, upstairs. Its not supposed to be this way. Not in the in house the big one. Things were supposed to be different here. My dad had his own room for his gutiars. My room had the special cubby hole. All I hear is my mom screaming and my dad cryin. Im sitting by the christmas tree. My dad comes down and neals befor me I got to leave buddy. Hes cryin and I start to cry. " I want to be with you" " I know buddy me too" he says I'll be back here" he hands me a gift I un rap it. its a small cassette player. "You can use it when we go to the cave"

I didnt know that I would never see him or the recording studio agian. all I knew back then was I wanted my dad just like I do today