It sucks when you make enemies with your flesh and blood.
So it happened again. I try to walk away from an unpleasant situation. Next thing I know, my dad is screaming at me. He's taunting me. He bitches about how my band is not making money and how I shouldn't have put on the cancer benefit. What a fucking horrible human being. I don't remember what else he says. I try to shut it out. But the screaming gets so annoying that I have to confront him. A few momments pass and we're throwing punches at each other. I had to slam his head into the granite counter top in order for himI really wanted to kill him this time. My own flesh and blood. I know if i leave, he'll take it out on my mom and brother. He has never laid a finger on them. But I know if I leave, it'll happen and there'll be nothing I can do. Maybe I'm digging into this too deep. I'm seeing my dreams die away. I had everything I could want to be in a creative and productive environment. It looks like I'm going to have to find another way to accomplish that dream.