TM #180: Starting Over
If I could start over from scratch…don’t think I would. I mean not from scratch. I had great parents, good childhood and good teenage years.
It was after high school that everything started to go so fucking wrong. I should have known a band stopping in Defiance, Iowa was headed nowhere.
I wouldn’t go to Vegas with him. I would’ve stuck with my original plan. I would have gone to fucking Nashville and played all the little bars down there just like everyone else in the whole fucking city. Maybe I would have made and maybe I would have ended up just another waitress with singing aspirations but at least I wouldn’t have been the stupid little girl who followed some asshole across the country and got dumped for someone with bigger tits and longer legs.
I sound a lot more bitter about my life than I am. It just didn’t turn out the way I thought it would when I was eighteen. I don’t think anyone’s fucking life turns out the way they think it will when they’re eighteen though. Of course maybe it was like fucking fate or something. Maybe I would have ended up a stripper in Nashville if I hadn’t followed the asshole to Vegas.
It was after high school that everything started to go so fucking wrong. I should have known a band stopping in Defiance, Iowa was headed nowhere.
I wouldn’t go to Vegas with him. I would’ve stuck with my original plan. I would have gone to fucking Nashville and played all the little bars down there just like everyone else in the whole fucking city. Maybe I would have made and maybe I would have ended up just another waitress with singing aspirations but at least I wouldn’t have been the stupid little girl who followed some asshole across the country and got dumped for someone with bigger tits and longer legs.
I sound a lot more bitter about my life than I am. It just didn’t turn out the way I thought it would when I was eighteen. I don’t think anyone’s fucking life turns out the way they think it will when they’re eighteen though. Of course maybe it was like fucking fate or something. Maybe I would have ended up a stripper in Nashville if I hadn’t followed the asshole to Vegas.