around this point, i got grounded. i dont remember why. i remember being attacked with a frying pan and defending myself with a mixing bowl, but that was an escalation on the initial sentencing. the grounding meant no music studio. i reacquainted myself with civ 2 and nin....and did, in fact, do a bit more homework.... even at the time, it was obviously an attempt to get me to do something with my time that may have a larger financial return, which was strongly hinted at to be school. i liked some aspects of school, and hated others, but i never really bought the line of thinking that it, alone, would get me anywhere in life. its perhaps been self-fulfilling. i remember dropping subtle hints that prohibition is never a solution, and tyranny breeds rebellion. the subtle hint approach was generally very effective with my father, even though he had an intense aversion to discussing it directly. he could have never admitted as much, but he eased up when he realized i was right. the exact chronology over the next few months (until the beginning of the next school year) isnt entirely clear in my memory. i would get a job, at some point. i would meet and become friends with marijuana. i would move across the city to an entirely new neighbourhood, in walking distance to the high school id already spent two years at. id also complete another demo.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 10:18:52 +0000
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