Three things happened today. Three things that have shocked me to my core.
1. It was annouced today that Courtney Love has sold her rights to Nirvana's music catalog to private marketing groups. This sucks because for all the years she disputed with Dave Grohl and Kris Noveselik over what to release and what not to release, she goes and sells it all out from under them? WTF!
2. Panzorottis have gone up in price from 3.50 apiece to 5.00 apiece. Mind you when I started eating them in the early 1990's they were 2.50 but wow they have doubled in price. I hate money. Money is bad.
3. My brother added me on myspace today... He's 14 years old and a freshman in highschool. The last time I saw him was in 1997 he was 5 years old. It's strange because I came to a point in my life where I decided to cut out my father and his half of the family around that time. You see my dad, wasn't exactly my dad, I can honestly say I never had one. He and my mom were married and divorced before I was born. My whole life my mom worked and my dad well I saw him for four hours on the weekend which I would go to my grandparents and play with my cousins and that was the extent of his role in my life. So when I was 10. My dad married his second wife a nice gal named June, and within a year I had a little sister, and well my dad had stepped up and they became a family. There was really no place for me. It was strange because here I was like a foreign exchange student visiting a family. Then in 1991 they welcomed into the world my little brother Steven. He was a cute kid, so I knew he was gonna be bad when he got older. But to continue there family unit got tighter, and well I was still the visitor. But June was different she was always trying to bridge the gap and include me in things which was really cool, because my dad never really did that. Then in 1994 June was killed in an automobile accident. Everyone was rocked. My sister who was eight at the time must have had a real hard time with it, because she had to grow up with the memory of her mom, but Steven was so young. He doesn't have any memory. Now I'm 17 at the time so I am pretty much a ghost at this time anyway. But within a year's time My dad met and married his third wife Bonnie. Now at this point I'm just tired and I'm not ready to be the big brother in this family so I leave. And I cut off contact with my dad, and his whole family. I hav lots of memories of my dad but we don't have any memories together. We never did things. Today my little brother finds me through myspace. I haven't seen him since he was 5. Where do we go from here? It's not like we ever had the chance to be close, but I know he must have something to say or some questions because let's be honest why would he want to add me if he didn't? What do I do? Little halp?
1. It was annouced today that Courtney Love has sold her rights to Nirvana's music catalog to private marketing groups. This sucks because for all the years she disputed with Dave Grohl and Kris Noveselik over what to release and what not to release, she goes and sells it all out from under them? WTF!
2. Panzorottis have gone up in price from 3.50 apiece to 5.00 apiece. Mind you when I started eating them in the early 1990's they were 2.50 but wow they have doubled in price. I hate money. Money is bad.
3. My brother added me on myspace today... He's 14 years old and a freshman in highschool. The last time I saw him was in 1997 he was 5 years old. It's strange because I came to a point in my life where I decided to cut out my father and his half of the family around that time. You see my dad, wasn't exactly my dad, I can honestly say I never had one. He and my mom were married and divorced before I was born. My whole life my mom worked and my dad well I saw him for four hours on the weekend which I would go to my grandparents and play with my cousins and that was the extent of his role in my life. So when I was 10. My dad married his second wife a nice gal named June, and within a year I had a little sister, and well my dad had stepped up and they became a family. There was really no place for me. It was strange because here I was like a foreign exchange student visiting a family. Then in 1991 they welcomed into the world my little brother Steven. He was a cute kid, so I knew he was gonna be bad when he got older. But to continue there family unit got tighter, and well I was still the visitor. But June was different she was always trying to bridge the gap and include me in things which was really cool, because my dad never really did that. Then in 1994 June was killed in an automobile accident. Everyone was rocked. My sister who was eight at the time must have had a real hard time with it, because she had to grow up with the memory of her mom, but Steven was so young. He doesn't have any memory. Now I'm 17 at the time so I am pretty much a ghost at this time anyway. But within a year's time My dad met and married his third wife Bonnie. Now at this point I'm just tired and I'm not ready to be the big brother in this family so I leave. And I cut off contact with my dad, and his whole family. I hav lots of memories of my dad but we don't have any memories together. We never did things. Today my little brother finds me through myspace. I haven't seen him since he was 5. Where do we go from here? It's not like we ever had the chance to be close, but I know he must have something to say or some questions because let's be honest why would he want to add me if he didn't? What do I do? Little halp?
vortex:
Wow you're little brother finding you is some crazy shit! I don't think it could hurt to talk to him. He looks like a cool kid, actually. And if he shaved his head you both might even look a little similar. 