I remember always playing it on my sterio in kindergarden about the brutal reality of the inadequacies of my parents, social circumstances, inability to keep up with my course load, and the social issues with which I had been thrust into by my luck of the draw and shot at life. It just felt like dying in a school shooting everyday at school then getting beat at home for not boasting a more meritful potential to my parents grandeur delusions that their children would be the next luminaries of primary school. It still feels like that everyday. I wonder if this is why people become suicide bombers or terrorists.

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