Stand Up and Scream
Tired Boys and Wired Eyes
I love touring, I really do. It's what feeds me and my boys, it's what keeps us from losing our composure and breaking down all over another parking lot somewhere. It helps to put a smile on so many broken kids' faces. It heals them, it heals us.
However, it's also what kept me from him. If I hadn't been touring, if I had just been home in California...maybe he'd still be here. But then again, maybe not. He probably would have pretended like he always did, convinced me everything was fine so that I wouldn't suspect a thing until I went back out to tour again. And then the result would have ended up the same--he still would have taken my father's gun and placed it to his temple--just prolonged.
Touring is somewhat tainted now. It doesn't heal me like it did before. But I continue to do it, all because for every mile of asphalt that we cross over, I feel a little piece of my brother come back to me.
However, it's also what kept me from him. If I hadn't been touring, if I had just been home in California...maybe he'd still be here. But then again, maybe not. He probably would have pretended like he always did, convinced me everything was fine so that I wouldn't suspect a thing until I went back out to tour again. And then the result would have ended up the same--he still would have taken my father's gun and placed it to his temple--just prolonged.
Touring is somewhat tainted now. It doesn't heal me like it did before. But I continue to do it, all because for every mile of asphalt that we cross over, I feel a little piece of my brother come back to me.
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Just an idea that hit me.