| je t'aime. track one. |
[20 Jan 2008|06:11am] |
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Our childhoods has the ability to make or break us. The things we experience early in life has a way of shaping us to be the people we grow up to be. Those memories and events that happen in our early childhood stay with us through out the rest of our lives. Yes, we can push them away to the backs of our mind and put a mental cage around the memories we wish not to remember, but the events still happened, the facts are still there and they won't be locked up forever. For most and some people some of those horrid events that are meant to break us as children always come back at the worst times. They always haunt us and made us doubt who in fact we are as people. Yes, you could say you should never doubt who you are, but it happens. It happens to the best and the worst of us and hell there's no real way to avoid it, you have to deal and hope to god you'll get over it. Most of the time you will, but there are those times when it goes on so long you feel like you're trapped and will never get out.
Max.
His mother ditched his dad and his dad was sick most of the time while working the whole time. He's an only child and to this day I still feel like he's my brother and not my best friend. He lived across the street and I'd always run over to his house just to spend time with him. Most of the time, he'd spend the night over at my parents’ house when his dad was working. He went through these phases however. Most I care never to think about or repeat. But regardless watching someone go through that isn't fun. It's not pleasant and crying about it was all I could do when I was younger. I just remember that he would cut himself and try to hide that he was bleeding one day asking me what was wrong with him that his mum left him and his dad. The image of seeing those cuts on his arms and getting that question from him. It's something I'll probably never forget.
My mother she told me the other day that she was proud of me for always sticking beside him no matter what.
I don't know if I've mentioned it before but, Maxwell is gay and on top of that he's one of my favourite beloved drag queen mates. He's changed a hell of a lot in a million ways. He works on New Bond Street or maybe its Old Bond Street, I can't remember that place off the top of my head. He loved his job but he hates his flat and 5 nights out of the week he's found crashing on my couch snoring up a storm and waking up my roommate. You have no idea what it's like to wake up to a lass yelling at a bloke that's about as girlish as him yelling about how he's drank the last of the milk and the orange juice and he needs to go out and get more.
I think I should probably just tell him he should move in. The only reason why he keeps his flat is because it was the last thing his dad bought him before he died. He took a liking to my sex chair before I left and asked could he test drive it to which both Lynn and I replied to like so: "With who?" It's true; the boy hasn't had sex in other a year and he hadn't even had a date. I guess because he's always hanging around two girls whom are considerably more masculine than he is it's a bit of a turn off. But they don't know how open I am to threesomes. No, really. I kid. Really. I kid. But there's also the fact that Maxwell believes there's no such thing as every lasting love because of his sexuality.
I've probably made a fucking career out of examples but my most recent one was more or less a promise. "I'm going to introduce you to John and Scott. You're not going to hate me. You're not going to whine. You're going to see love and how you can be happy for more than a few seconds in a relationship. You will also find someone that will not tolerate your habit of never replacing my alcohol you so kindly like to drink and never replace. Have I mentioned how much I hate you lately?" I'm guessing I'm going to have to do that before I do anything else. He always wants proof and will never take my word for anything at all. Oh goodness, at least I have some free stuff to give him when I get back. That counts for something right?
Did I mention that I love Sundance? Because I really do.
Track One End.
Track Two, coming soon.
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[13 Jan 2008|06:44am] |
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Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
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