This song here. Wow. I really dunno know if there is a more beautifully written song. You'll disagree, I know, but this is one of those songs I can never just listen to once. Once it comes on its on repeat for a few spins. I woke up this morning thinking about this song because last night I was watching this ghost show where they were showing the most terrifying places in the US. a Tattoo parlor was one of them. Also to make the list was San Diego's Whaley house. Anyways I was thinking about this because this morning I was clinging on to the edge of my king size bed. Apparently my kids decided this was one of those nights where they would sneak in and take over. I couldn't blame them, we had just watched some ghost stuff and even I sometimes find it hard to sleep. So I don't know why I watch these shows. What usually happens is that Fia will sneak in first, and during the night upon learning he's alone in the room Lil D will make his way over. I know this because a couple of times I will wake up during the middle of the night to get something to drink and it will just be Sofie and me in the bed. but come morning, I'm catching myself from falling off the bed. This still happens. I have tried locking the door, but I can't get myself to do it constantly as I still remember the time I was desperately trying to get into my parents room and they had locked their room. I had just had a terrible dream, it was dark in the hallway and I was balling because I was convinced a demon was in the hallway coming at me. Having unsuccessfully attempted to run to my parents to save me I had no choice but to run back to my bedroom and hide under the sheets. I got so scared I puked. We had had KFC (back then it was called Kentucky Fried Chicken cuz back then it was still America Damn it!) I remember that because I was soon no longer scared of the demon- I was scared what my mom would do when she found out in the morning that I had puked all over the bed. So in my attempt as a little kid to conceal the evidence, I went to the kitchen to find something to clean up my bed. The only thing I found in the dark were the wrappers that KFC corn on the cob used to come in, so I grab them went back into the room and attempted to clean my puke with it. After thinking I had done a good job, I threw the puke soaked wrappers in the trash, changed my pjs and went back to sleep. Thought I had done a pretty good job till the morning when, while I was in the backyard imagining I was some army soldier combating russian attacking forces ( I must have recently watched Red Dawn), I hear my mom begin cussing up a spanish storm and yell for me to come inside. She shows me the sheet and asked me what happened. I remember thinking that if I told her the truth, that I had puked because I had been scared shitless, she would have been more enraged. So I lied. Told her I had a bad stomachache and that I tried to clean it up. She then yelled at me for not having gotten her out of bed, obviously not knowing that I had been banging desperately on their door in the middle of the night. So while there have been times where I lock the door when my kids are with me, I usually don't, not because I'm afraid I'll have to clean up puke, but because I still remember that scared desperate feeling of being all alone in the hallway.
I guess in thinking back I could have woken up my brother, but he was like only 9 and to a 6 yr old, another little kid is a useless accomplice in the fight against evil.
Well I'm off to get in a workout before the kids wake up, also heading to Knott's Soak City before meeting up with Issam and them for a night of debauchery. And yes this is the only song I have been listening to while typing up this one...
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