Correct me if I'm wrong.

I think I should be able to go the bathroom in my house pretty much any time I feel like it. You know, especially when I really have to pee. I think your shitty recording can wait, considering I believe my bladder has first priority. Hmm....I thought we had the studio at the shop for a reason...I guess not. So, all that money spent on the equipment there was a worthy investment? Obviously it was much better spent on old, outdated analog recording equipment, rather than say, my post-secondary education?

Hmmm....a hint of sarcasm? Maybe.

Anyhow.

I just finished reading Heavier Than Heaven, which is a biography of Kurt Cobain. Reading through the book, you can pretty much trace all of his drug abuse, out of control behaviour, and just general being fucked up back to one event in his life; his parents' divorce.

I find it a bit wierd that I think I would have turned out much better if my parents had gotten divorced way back in the day. All those times when my mom would take off for weeks at a time because she couldn't handle what an ASSHOLE my dad is. Maybe if she had've left for good and taken me with her, I wouldn't be the bitter, angry, outcast, fucked-up person I am.

We'll never know though.

The ending of the book made me cry though. It was a little embarassing considering I was at work, and here I am tearing up in front of my boss and co-workers. No matter what your feelings about Kurt Cobain are, you have to feel sympathetic for the tragic and early ending his life had. I wish I had one tenth of the creativeness and passion for every kind of art that he had, then maybe I could actually do something worthwhile with all this rage I have.

Oh well.

I'm going to go draw, and wish that Chad was here. I love him so much.

Forever In Debt To Your Priceless Advice
~Addy
- posted by Eddie @ 7:29 PM