5th grade guitar skillz

 Mason Andrew Freak (or simply Drew) sat in his empty room without posters, without toys, basically empty except for a bed. Though he was not sitting on the bed he was in his closet (a metaphor [possibly!]) crying over the warhammer 2nd edition of the chador codex crying…. He had taken down all of his posters of Digimon adventure, dragon ball z,  and ff7.

He was twelve years old and almost four hundred pounds, he wasn’t even sure he could get out of the closet he was sitting in. He would turn on his flashlight and stare at john Blanche art and dream such horrific beautiful rock n roll dreams!

Trying to escape the reality that was the last time he left his parent’s house. A friend of his dad said “are you single my daughter just broke up with her boyfriend.” The daughter “He is half my age and twice my size.”

So little mason went home and tore down all his posters and dreamed beautiful dark dreams. Not knowing he would eventually write over a thousand songs about the therapist who would help him cope with his mental illness.

Obsessed with his new task he set about losing weight eating only a pack of ramen late at night after running a mile on a treadmill. The weight melted away. Aside from some sagging he looked really different. Now that the most important part of any musicians success was complete (he had an image!).

The next phase was to learn to sing so he put on nirvana unplugged and sing and sing for hours! Till there was times his family couldn’t tell when it was the nirvana cds or his own thirteen year old world weary tune curdling voice.

The next stage he would play guitar like Keith Richard’s! So of course he would study the discography of all the delta blues artists that jack white talked about. He would crank the little practice amp to max shredding in his mind but in reality he was scaring the family pets.

The drums were next who should he use as a role model as a drummer? And he snapped his finger and said of course as remembered animal from the muppets. He showed some talent on drums but was slowly banned from them if only because one sibling joked the family pets were becoming “suicidal”.

He spent his highschool with a bag of music tapes overdubbing guitar on backing drums with a boombox. Making misfits and flipper influenced songs.

The years rolled on… success never came… banned from open mic nights… made fun of and booed off stage. He kept telling himself dream don’t die they change. So he made painted a cheap three foot Halloween skeleton blue and black and put all his asperations on it. It was a manifestation of his inner child… clinging to some kind of hope for all that pain both real and imagined… to many times was he told “you need to give up and get a job.”

Though it has a happy ending… drew sits in his apartment trying to send messages out across the inter-web off his slightly above average groove grunge the world has yet to notice. But he is not alone his inner child hangs behind his door and when he goes to sleep at night he is reassured that his inner child is finally safe.