Influence

I grew up listening to rock&roll. Not a bad thing since R&R's a happy thing. But like everything, things come in a package, and with the good stuff, my Dad planted some bad ideas in my head too.

And one of them keeps haunting me and preventing me from being simply happy.
Some people call it intelligence. I call it the inability of being able to accept imperfection and because nothing is ever perfect, I'm on my way to nothing.

It's how I've been sculpted.
People like me deserve nothing.

Need more rock&roll.



Ok bye.