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___ · 12-02-2011, 05:43 PM

Why is this thread titled "1960 met 1963"? My pop was born in 1960 and my madre was born in 1963 and they are dead. Besides I have a fascination with titles with numbers in it. When I was younger I would listen to Nirvana with my parental units. Some times all of us together but most of the time it was with one or the other. My madre and I would be out on a drive, because that is what she did when she needed a break. We would fly down narrow dark roads and even though it was a possibility that we could have crashed, I had no fear. My madre wasn't into that type of music as my pop was though. My pop and I hung out a lot in the laundry room, or rather "room." A household of six and some times stray friends from my siblings, we all went through a lot of socks. So we would just chill out and try to find matching socks and who they belonged to. He loved to tell stories, a lot. This guy could tell the same story over and over, and each time still have such enthusiasm. But hey I'm not crying wolf by telling you my personal **** and expect sympathy. Truth is I'm pretty sure all of you could care less. I'm just telling it as it is and I love my parental units more than anything. And that phrase to me has been so watered down by other people, it's quite sad but I mean it when I tell it. But today is a kind of rough one and it's just random when it hits. I wasn't even close to listening to Nirvana but I was on the bus and it was decided that tonight I was going to write about them, sort of.

12-02-2011, 05:43 PM	#2 (permalink)
___ murder is not dead Join Date: May 2011 Location: THE SPLEEGE Posts: 116	Why is this thread titled "1960 met 1963"? My pop was born in 1960 and my madre was born in 1963 and they are dead. Besides I have a fascination with titles with numbers in it. When I was younger I would listen to Nirvana with my parental units. Some times all of us together but most of the time it was with one or the other. My madre and I would be out on a drive, because that is what she did when she needed a break. We would fly down narrow dark roads and even though it was a possibility that we could have crashed, I had no fear. My madre wasn't into that type of music as my pop was though. My pop and I hung out a lot in the laundry room, or rather "room." A household of six and some times stray friends from my siblings, we all went through a lot of socks. So we would just chill out and try to find matching socks and who they belonged to. He loved to tell stories, a lot. This guy could tell the same story over and over, and each time still have such enthusiasm. But hey I'm not crying wolf by telling you my personal **** and expect sympathy. Truth is I'm pretty sure all of you could care less. I'm just telling it as it is and I love my parental units more than anything. And that phrase to me has been so watered down by other people, it's quite sad but I mean it when I tell it. But today is a kind of rough one and it's just random when it hits. I wasn't even close to listening to Nirvana but I was on the bus and it was decided that tonight I was going to write about them, sort of. __________________ Don't cry too much Listen easy and know that "It might get loud."