Wake up call!
I woke up for a 2am feeding today and was thinking about writing some stuff down on paper. This is probably easier.
I grew up in BC with my mom and brother, and for some time, my step dad who later commited suicide. My real dad lived here.
I Loved it there. My innocence was not yet corrupted by drugs and alcohol. My step dad killed himself, but I managed to still live a happy life. It took years to mourne his death though, which I finally did after I had a dream about chopping his head off.
I joined band to immatate my brother. He was musically influenced pretty young. I always wanted to do what he wanted to do.
I liked the classics. My mom played Garth Brooks alot, and my dad was more of a Rolling Stones type. I would hear him when we came to visit once a year. My parents had been seperated before I could walk.
Anyways, I really like the Spice girls in those days. My dad critisized me about the music I listened to. Apparently not worthy enough for his standards, so I kept to myself about my influences.
I played the clarinet. My mom had to buy it from a pawn shop, cause the school's gear was to expensive. My brother played the trumpet and guitar.
We moved here when I was going into grade 8. Junior HIGH. Thats prolly were the name comes from. Junior HIGH introduced me to a whole new world of Numbing the pain treatment. Smoking and weed came first. Further grew in HIGH school when I started Raving.
The hardest score for me was Coke a Cola and EverReady pills. I stayed away from sharp objects though.
My mom didnt. And who knows where my dad was those days. Prolly off with his other daughter. God, dont get me started..
Anyways, thats prolly all I'm going to write for now. I need to tend to my kitties.