A Song From Way Back When~

Hello, everyone :3
How are you feeling tonight?
This song is one I wrote when I was 15 or so. I don't tend to play it these days because I feel as if it's a little dated as far as style goes. But. I had an experience today and I'd like to tell you about it. It inspired me to record this song today.

So, the year was 1999 and my mother was working at a local bar, The Shim Sham. It was at this bar and showroom that Kerry met Joanna. Turned out Joanna had a kid about my age. Neither of the mothers could find/could afford a babysitter on a regular basis and so we would hang out at the bar while our mother's worked. His name is Hunter. We ate maraschino cherries and green olives for dinner and ran around. It was great.

We had many fond years. Due to Katrina, both of our families relocated. We spent two years away. When we were together again, I'd become a teenager and he was still a bit of a kid. We went through a phase where we didn't really chill because, honestly, he was a bit annoying and bratty.
We both had rather unconventional childhoods, and it was this that brought us together in the end.
Sorta.

Two years later, we enrolled in school together. Catholic school. He got expelled, and I had to repeat the grade I was in at a different school. We didn't talk for a while yet again..

When that phase ended, and we became teenagers, we picked up where we left off. Twelve years after we'd met, my mother moved us into his mother's house. We were sitting and listening to Nirvana and I said I could play most of their songs. We ran into his music room and immediately started playing together. He got on the drums and I got on my guitar

It was soon after, we began to write together. I'd already amassed quite a few songs of my own. And he liked a few of them.

Eventually, my mother and I moved on and went to live elsewhere. He and I still hung out. Still playing. It was a wonderful time. Naturally, we smoked quite a bit of weed during this time. Eventually, he quit weed and moved onto browner pastures. Heroin. We still hung out from time to time...slowly but surely, we stopped talking.

On my eighteenth birthday, I moved out of my mother's house and got my apartment with a few friends and started working and haven't stopped, basically. That was nearly six years ago. His addiction got really bad.
He eventually got in trouble with the law, had a few warrants, I think. He bounced around.

The second to last time I saw him was almost two summers ago. He yelled my name like no time had passed and asked me for a cigarette. I declined. I was job hunting. I went into a place to hand my resume out and walked out after speaking with the counter person.

The raggedy woman he was with was running away and he was closing his eyes and leaning. I wished him well. He looked like a juice box with one sip left. Just waiting for the universe to go SSHHLLLPPP.

It was soon after I heard of his legal troubles and knew to stay clear of him. His wonderful mother has turned spiteful of anyone trying to get close to her to help. And I mean, it sucks, but do you blame her?

I saw him today. I was on a cigarette break, another slow day at work. Just as I'm about to sit on the curb, he sat right next to me. He did the funny crab~like dances he would do to cheer me up when we were young. I laughed, but refused to acknowledge him. He looked like a dude smoothie that had been sun~dried and microwaved...He looked so terrible. As he walked away, he almost got his ass kicked by a street performer and went on to talk to a stranger, I assume to ask for something. I watched him the entire way and realized the only thing that hadn't changed about him was his hair. A gathering of brown curly fries. I felt fucking sick. But two rather large black people hugged me and a wise old white lady told me everything was going to be okay, upon request and since I've felt a lot better.

This was one of the songs of mine he liked. I wished to record my favorite that we wrote, buuuut my software dictates you stick with one tempo. And that song is nearly seven minutes long and has many tempo changes, so I went with this one instead.

I wanted to put my negative emotions and thoughts into this post. And it worked, I feel cleaner.

I hope you like it.
And I hope none of you has to go through something like this but it's quite likely everyone reading already has. It's a mad world, folks.

Love each other.

Thank you listening. And as always, headphones recommended. :3
See you soon.

~ C.K.M.