I was locked all day in the summer heat, in a small brown house in a generic suburban street with a skateboard and my shit guitar. I'd dream all day that they would get me far. My dad would ask me about my grades and the asshole sports that I never played and then I'd ask about the girls he'd date behind our backs when mom would stay up late. It was near when I turned sixteen. I got kicked out of school and so it seemed that things were closing in and ready to blow. My dad moved out about that year or so. It took an hour to find a punk rock band to offset my fucked up family and as I held, my mom would start to cry. I swore ourselves a better life. The summers here, the years have passed. My friends have changed, a few did last. The smallest dreams got pushed aside. The largest one's, that changed my life and all I wish for was come to pass. From rock and roll, to love and cash. It's all success if it's what you need. I was once told "Do what you like and do it honestly." If I had a chance for another try I wouldn't change a thing. It's made me all of who I am inside and if I could thank "god", that I am here, and that I am alive and everyday I wake, I tell myself a little harmless lie. The whole wide world is mine.

Love,
S


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