Crazyness of My Life

My life is, for a lack of better word, crazy. With all I have to deal with on a daily baises, a crazy mother and an acholic father. What do I do to stay away from all the crazyness? Why, I play my guitar out in my old brocken down tree house. It has been my escape for years. Before I had a crazy family or even a guitar, my life was normal. Like ligit normal. My mom was a stay at home mom and my dad worked the day came home to us. So this is my story.