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If you didnt already know, I've been told on many occasion that I am "an odd duck"
some people thing its the way i was raised, some people think im just that weird. Havent quite figured out that one yet...
My family is a compleat anomoly. I have both my original parents and sister who is younger than me. we also get along which is bizarre in its self.
My dad is a pretty wicked guy, The best way I can describe him is a cross between Tommy chong and hyde from that 70's show... only 40 somthing. infinet knowledge of classic rock and behaivour writes poetry and has some pretty crazy ideas. for example building a fuctional hover craft that looks like a UFO but its built around a VW engine. he is currently in the middle of staging his new style poetry revolution. he drives a 1973 volkswagon kombi bus thats painted psycadelic with flowers and peace sign and mushrooms etc.
My mom is my best friend. More often than not when someone says "god your weird, or you're a geek" etc. i just say.. "shut up my mom thinks im cool" mom and i have sick sences of humor together.
Dad would read his poetry and back then he and mom used to take me down to this little coffee place that was in the basement of some building downtown where we would listen to screaming punk bands, poets and storytellers. that was where when i was four years old had my first crush! this 18 year old punk kid with a 2 ft blue green and purple mohawk and saftey pins in his ears. his name was steven i loved him. hes probably a lawyer now.
Dad would take me busking down on 8th ave when I was between 4 and 6 he and his friends would play guitar and sing and id dance and after we'd take the money wed get and go buy a donair and hot chocolate.
My sister and I were pretty much raised in a commune from a really young age.
Often these guy from the club that were friends of ours would crash at our house they lived in our basement i used to go down there with them where they would tell me about the sex pistols and the ramones.. id go to school and tell people i had a rock star living in my basement.. of course they all thought i was lying and it hurt my feelings because to me they were rockstars. they had the long hair electirc guitars they had a band they played at the club we go to... soo they are rockstars. i was lying. SO i took him for show and tell when i was in kindergarden. he showed up with his guitar and his leather jacket and played songs and everything.
people come and people go
my parents then opened a group home for mentally challanged and mentally ill adults... we all lived together in a fourplex which we had knocked the walls out of so ive been exposed to lots of different people. we all helped each other. i got stories about that and schitzophrenics off their meds... but thats for another blog.
we are all just a bunch of excentrics living a "pretend to be normal life"
If you didnt already know, I've been told on many occasion that I am "an odd duck"
some people thing its the way i was raised, some people think im just that weird. Havent quite figured out that one yet...
My family is a compleat anomoly. I have both my original parents and sister who is younger than me. we also get along which is bizarre in its self.
My dad is a pretty wicked guy, The best way I can describe him is a cross between Tommy chong and hyde from that 70's show... only 40 somthing. infinet knowledge of classic rock and behaivour writes poetry and has some pretty crazy ideas. for example building a fuctional hover craft that looks like a UFO but its built around a VW engine. he is currently in the middle of staging his new style poetry revolution. he drives a 1973 volkswagon kombi bus thats painted psycadelic with flowers and peace sign and mushrooms etc.
My mom is my best friend. More often than not when someone says "god your weird, or you're a geek" etc. i just say.. "shut up my mom thinks im cool" mom and i have sick sences of humor together.
Dad would read his poetry and back then he and mom used to take me down to this little coffee place that was in the basement of some building downtown where we would listen to screaming punk bands, poets and storytellers. that was where when i was four years old had my first crush! this 18 year old punk kid with a 2 ft blue green and purple mohawk and saftey pins in his ears. his name was steven i loved him. hes probably a lawyer now.
Dad would take me busking down on 8th ave when I was between 4 and 6 he and his friends would play guitar and sing and id dance and after we'd take the money wed get and go buy a donair and hot chocolate.
My sister and I were pretty much raised in a commune from a really young age.
Often these guy from the club that were friends of ours would crash at our house they lived in our basement i used to go down there with them where they would tell me about the sex pistols and the ramones.. id go to school and tell people i had a rock star living in my basement.. of course they all thought i was lying and it hurt my feelings because to me they were rockstars. they had the long hair electirc guitars they had a band they played at the club we go to... soo they are rockstars. i was lying. SO i took him for show and tell when i was in kindergarden. he showed up with his guitar and his leather jacket and played songs and everything.
people come and people go
my parents then opened a group home for mentally challanged and mentally ill adults... we all lived together in a fourplex which we had knocked the walls out of so ive been exposed to lots of different people. we all helped each other. i got stories about that and schitzophrenics off their meds... but thats for another blog.
we are all just a bunch of excentrics living a "pretend to be normal life"
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