By Lorenzo McMillan
When I was two I beat up Chuck E Cheese. I moved to Alabama because my mom was in nursing school. The friends I made were country and smelled like horse meat. When I was nine, I was alone and felt helpless. Soon after I started seeeing a therapist because of anger issues. The stories behind my stories I’d never tell. Friends were limited and I was fine with that. I never rode horseback. Then again, Elvis Presley was never a racist. Between moving away from home and coming back, I never thought it would be so different. My mom’s dad died when I was like four or five. I never missed somone that much in my life. My dad’s dad died when I was fifteen and I couldn’t comprehend the sadness. As far as my great grandmother is concerned, I never thought she would kick the can. I had my first girlfriend when I was 8. Now that I think about it, rats never had fleas. Or did they? I’ve never seen the painting of Blue Boy. I see enough blue in a day. I find that if you talk to people being yourself, you earn self respect. Knowing you don’t have to please others makes a difference. The music I listen to makes you feel like life is worth the wait. Wait for what? I guess I will find out at some point.
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