Sick and in bed is not this families motto. Nor is bitching about being sick. So when I saw tears pouring down my mothers face, i knew something was wrong. Emergency rooms are serious ridic shit. . . Im fortunate to not be at the UCLA hospital . . because there I have seen people with arms hanging off and faces shattered. Instead we are at Torrance Memorial nice little rich hospital with screaming children and sick lungs. . NO BLOOD IN SIGHT . . so I am content at the moment. . My mother is in pain . . some serious fucking pain. The day I came home I wondered why she wasn't at the door to greet me. I found her in the bathroom bawling her eyes out into the shirt of my younger sister. I lifted her off the bath tub and carried her into bed. I figured she got food poisoning so I let her be. That was a Tuesday, by that sunday she was fine. Tonight she came home from work crying. In pain like she was before. I had just woken up from my four hour nap that nearly killed me. She asked if I could take her to the hospital, I agreed. So im here now. . I have been to 2 of these damn hospitals tonight. I hate hospitals really, but I am here. Taking her shit because she likes to yell at me. Ha ha get better kid.
I guess after you get off one tour you should jump on another. . My next long term being away trip will be for the band that started it all My Chemical Romance. Hitting up AZ, NV, OR and California dates. . probably be gone 2 weeks with all the shows I have to squeeze in . . We The Kings' Long Hair Dont Care tour aswell with muh man PJ Bond. The things you do for a godamn good time. . I should be emitted into an institution.
Lord going home sounds so good right now. . . I just want to lay in my little purple futon with my little white and black dog and just drift away till im forced to awaken . . . im tired as fuckn HELL.
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