Chula Vista

In the spirit of Chiomara's post...

My folks split when I was 2 and I was raised by my mom and grandparents. My grandmother made the wicked witch of the west look like Mary Poppins, and unfortunately back then, my mom was following in her footsteps. I was the only boy in a female dominated environment so me and my Grandfather formed a killer bond as I was growing up. He and I were both brow beaten by his wife and my mom which made it easy to circle our wagons.

He stashed a bottle of whiskey and a pack of cigarettes in his detached garage and we would sneak out there. (No he didn't let me smoke or drink - he just let me hang out with him while he was "being bad")

He's the guy that bought me my first electric guitar (a super cheap strat copy) and amp (8" Fender tube combo - there was no SS back then)

Get woken up one morning when I was just 15 years old and mom and me rush to the hospital. He'd had a heart attack at the age of 76.

I'm walking along with the doctor and her and I hear him say, "there's nothing we could do. he's gone."

I just fell to the floor and started crying like a baby while they kept walking. I'll never forget the enormity of that massive gut punch. I was numb for weeks afterwards.

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on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away
and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.”