So I think I grew up poor. Not like regular, "The mortgage payment is going to be late this month" but like, one time I had to take most of the cash I made from my summer job and ride my bike to the bank to get the power turned back on kind of poor. You don't realize this kind of thing is unusual until you are older and start to think about the way you handle things in your own life. My dad worked, a lot, he had/has a good job. I can't exactly say what was going on. Lord knows I'll never ask, can you imagine that conversation " Hey why where we so poor growing up?" "Oh because I had a secret 2nd family that I loved more than you guys" (that's obviously a worst case scenario type situation but you get it). I'm not saying we were ever starving or without hot water or anything like that, and I know a pretty hefty chunk of the money went to my mothers ever growing alcohol addiction.
I don't know why I've been thinking about this kind of stuff so much lately, little snippets of memory will come rushing into my head, it's kind of scary.
In fact I don't even know why I'm writing this. Okay that's a lie, I think I' m writing this because I can't afford a therapist and this seems like as good a way as any to get it out.
Another reason I'm writing this is because Robin Williams killed himself recently, and he was one of the funniest people of all time. So I guess when someone who represents something you love so much can't handle his own demons maybe it's a good idea to take a look at your own demons.
You guys get it right?
