(October 18, 2017 at 8:18 pm)Hammy Wrote:(October 18, 2017 at 8:15 pm)Gawdzilla Sama Wrote: After I started shooting/training with our Marine neighbor both the 'rents walked large circles around me. I had some payback coming.
I'll just leave this here:
Quote:Ever had the feeling you've been here before?
Drinking down the poison the way you were taught
Every thought from here on in your life begins
And all you knew was wrong?
Did you see the red mist block your path?
Did the scissors cut a way to your heart?
Did you feel the envy for the sons of mothers tearing you apart?
Arriving somewhere but not here
Did you imagine the final sound as a gun?
Or the smashing windscreen of a car?
Did you ever imagine the last thing you'd hear as you're fading out was a song?
Arriving somewhere but not here
Never stop the car on a drive in the dark
Never look for the truth in your mother's eyes
Never trust the sound of rain upon a river
Rushing through your ears
Mom was a child of the Depression. As oldest she had to raise the rest of the kids while her parents were working the fields. She had the responsibility but not the authority and you know how that goes. Skip ahead to when my brother was born prematurely, i.e., seven months after mom married the Y-donor. By that time she's already raised one family and wasn't interested in repeating the experience. I got more "how to operate a life" information from a one-legged Marine than I did at home.
