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When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight, it ends it tonight.
I sat at the table pushing around the eggs on my plate with my fork, as usual I was listening to my ipod which contained a very deserve collection of songs including hip hop, pop, rock, j-rock, jazz, even instrumentals and classic music. My dad sat across from me. He, i suppose, was where I got my musical talent from. He himself was a record producer, though even after 20 years of producing hip hop music, he hadn't managed to become very successful. When I was younger I used to sing and rap for my dad, but lately I've drifted away from hip hop towards rock and j-rock. Needless to say my dad wasn't very happy about this. Now he seems to have a problem with everything about me: how I sing, how I dress, who I hang out with, even my tatoos. He says I'm turning my back on African American culture, he says I'm trying to be something I'm not.
Just a little insight, will make things right. Its too late to fight, it ends tonight.
"Fuck you, I am what I am!" is what I've always wanted to say to him. but I keep my silence and I eat my breakfast.
"So what are you planning to do today?" My dad asked. The volume on my ipod was low enough for me to hear him clearly.
"I'm gonna look for a job," I said. I was lying of course. If I told him I was going to Japan with Mello he'd freak out. Lately he's been trying to get me to get a job in hopes that as a result I wouldn't have time for my band, which he thought was a negative influence on me. "I'd better get a move on," I said noticing the time and hopping up quickly. My dad raised an eyebrow, suspicious about my haste. "Early bird gets the worm," I explained. I hurried out of the house grabbing my skateboard on the way. I silently said goodbye to my home, to the stuff I was leaving behind, and my family. I'd email them when I got to Japan, but I'd imagine it would be a long time before I saw them again and things would never be the same between us.
Maybe it's best you leave me alone. A weight is lifted, on this evening, I give the final blow.
I managed to hitch on the back of a pickup truck nearly the whole way to Hagu's house so I made it there pretty quickly, yet I was still late as hell. I picked up my skateboard and let my self in. I heard voices coming from Hagu's room so thats where I went. I entered and observed the others quietly, wondering how much I had missed.
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Illusionist on Thu Jan 07, 2010 11:32 am, edited 1 time in total.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.