He Died he died September 29, 2015 from cancer and lately it seems I been thinking about him more and more. I been sober from liquor for about 19 month 18days. But he at 13 got me into drinking I stopped at 31, then the rest is history. He was also gave me my first cig or my first toke. I never liked either until later in life but my asthma will not let me have either afraid so.

I saw him as a little kid as my protector he was my guardian until this little boy snow washed me, which then I found he couldn't protect me no more. He said he was waiting for me to protect myself even though I was screaming for him but he was laughing as though it was one big joke, I was 7.

I grew up in an abusive household my mother told me I was never allowed to do this or that or even preform with dad's band which she despised as I was my dad's little prodigy as he called me because I could pick up the guitar and just jam to any song in perfect rhythm to the bands unique sound. Probably why now I can just do with the guitar and do whatever I want on the guitar and it sounds cool.

I been really been missing him lately and my mom is a such a Beep BEEEEP!!! And Complaining about the simple things its horrible especially about appointments or asking for loans or money for food or things like tablets her reply is "get a job!!" its not that simple. I wish she was more understanding.