"...tell her, I'll kill you."
"Please. You think I would? What the fuck..."
"I've had friends just as close as you do it."
My whole life I've fought at every turn to not end up like my family. To not turn into my father.
If you don't escape the trappings set out for you, then how can call it living? How can you pretend that you're free?
"I'm just afraid that when you start seeing that girl she'll ask you to stop hanging out with me. And you'll do it."
"Where did you get this from? I can't believe you think I'd do that."
"Because it always happens. It always hurts but with you, it'd kill me Tony. Just say you won't."
Original sin.
I'm not religious but sometimes it does feel like we're born with it, doesn't it? There's always that nagging pull to raise your fist in anger or pick up that bottle in despair. They'll say it's a learned behavior... but you wonder.
When someone says, 'You did that just like your dad', when you barely knew him... you have to wonder.
"No. It's not that I don't trust you."
"That's what you're saying though, isn't it?"
"I always feel so naive because I trust these guys and they turn out to be lying cocksuckers. I trust you, but I have to know you better just to be sure."
I'm always paying for the sins of others. That's how it is though, right?
We have to deal with the institutionalizing ideals and social structures that were here before us.
We have to deal with a screwed up enviorment that we had no hand in shaping.
We have to try and not screw up our kids because our parents screwed us up... and it has to stop somewhere.
I'm always trying to prove I'm nothing like anyone else. Trying to prove I'm escaping my father's shadow.
We're all just dealing with the sins of our fathers.
"Please. You think I would? What the fuck..."
"I've had friends just as close as you do it."
My whole life I've fought at every turn to not end up like my family. To not turn into my father.
If you don't escape the trappings set out for you, then how can call it living? How can you pretend that you're free?
"I'm just afraid that when you start seeing that girl she'll ask you to stop hanging out with me. And you'll do it."
"Where did you get this from? I can't believe you think I'd do that."
"Because it always happens. It always hurts but with you, it'd kill me Tony. Just say you won't."
Original sin.
I'm not religious but sometimes it does feel like we're born with it, doesn't it? There's always that nagging pull to raise your fist in anger or pick up that bottle in despair. They'll say it's a learned behavior... but you wonder.
When someone says, 'You did that just like your dad', when you barely knew him... you have to wonder.
"No. It's not that I don't trust you."
"That's what you're saying though, isn't it?"
"I always feel so naive because I trust these guys and they turn out to be lying cocksuckers. I trust you, but I have to know you better just to be sure."
I'm always paying for the sins of others. That's how it is though, right?
We have to deal with the institutionalizing ideals and social structures that were here before us.
We have to deal with a screwed up enviorment that we had no hand in shaping.
We have to try and not screw up our kids because our parents screwed us up... and it has to stop somewhere.
I'm always trying to prove I'm nothing like anyone else. Trying to prove I'm escaping my father's shadow.
We're all just dealing with the sins of our fathers.
dude, fuck your rooomate.
gah, the razor thing blah. it's cool, contained. if that slice of writing posted above here is indeed an original work you might understand. my father's family has a well-documented highly-penetrant history of genetically predisposed depression, with alcoholism and suicide on both sides of my family. it's quite a bit of a struggle to remain positive, healing and uplifitng given the biological tendencies but normally i'm doing > well.
as for the music...i don't know if you've seen coffee and cigarettes recently but i do believe both the RZA and the GZA are in it (with bill murray - crazy...). it's not very good, except for that scene.
am i allowed to hate l.a. if i live here? does venice really count?