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| Who am I? | ||
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Who am I? Hmmm lets see,thats a good question. Im 18 years old,I reside in the Southern United States.Im into 80's style rock music,not muchof the 90's can make me stop to listen. Im a drummer in the rock band Guillotine.My best friend,Jay Rocker also plays in the band,he goes from bass to guitar depending on his mood. Hes quite good at both.I consider myself a pretty good drummer. I can almost duplicate a lot of techniques from my idols,but have lots to learn.Through out this page you will pick up more info about me,STAY AWAKE!! | |
| A little bit of my messed up life. | ||
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Where should I start? Most of my life I lived with my dad. My parents divorced when I was a child, I was too young to understand what was happening. I w asked who I wanted to live live with, my dad or my mom. I thought they were asking if I wanted to go somewhere with one of them, so I chose my dad. After living with my dad for several years he decided to re-marry. I was in denial, I thought to my self that I was just hearing things in my mind. But, I was wrong. He married again. I didnt mind,in fact I didnt really care.After about three to four years wnt by. I met a girl whom I became good freinds with. That friendship turned into love.We had some of the best times together! We had something speacial. I spent one Thanksgiving Holiday with her and her family. It was the greatest holiday I ever could remember. After the holiday was over, I returned to my home,full of memories.My gladness lasted only a day. I recieved a phone call from my girl friend,she had bad news. We had to break-up. I went along with it,only because I was too let down to fight it. We were to remain as good friends. We still are to this day. The hardest thing I ever did was to let her go. I cried every day for three months. I would lock my self in my room and cry till my eyes were so sore I fell asleep. Ive neveer cried so much in my life. The thing that made it worse was the fact that no one seemed to care. My dad just laughed and made jokes, my mom just didnt know what to say.Lord knows she tried. The only person I could talk to who understood my pain and knew where I was coming from was my best friend. He knew what to say and he helped me get through it. It took me three years to get to where I could talk about her or think about her without crying, tho' I sometimes break down sob.What I wouldnt do to have her back.We plan to meet soon, so maybe I got a shot. After awhile I started getting interested in Rock n Roll. My dad didnt share my interest. He hated rock and refused to accept my wanting to d | |
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