PromptTuesday….Hells Yes!

You know what I love about Prompt Tuesday?  The fact it’s almost like a dare…well that and for me who is currently pouring into creative avenues elsewhere, it takes most of the brainwork out of thinking of something to write.  Be warned its dark around and inside of Punk Rock Dad these days.

 

This week, tell us who you are, what’s inside, where you’re from. Share your memory fragments, those visions in your head, those figments that make you, you. What bits and pieces formed your whole? Are you whole? Tell us.

 

I am from broken homes and broken bones at the hands of those that were supposed to love me.

 

I am from hallways that smell like bleach and reek of insanity.

 

I am from cheap whiskey and cheap cigarettes.

 

I am from the place where you feel alone in a crowd.

 

I am from cassettes and albums played late at night with head phones.

 

I am from stick ball and city streets.

 

I am from good night sleep inside of a car.

 

I am from no curfew.

 

I am from no direction.

 

I am from comic books and dirty magazines.

 

I am from hatred of teachers and authority figures.

 

I am from curse words and insults.

 

I am from both the business end and the receiving end of a punch.

 

I am from a home I didn’t grow up in.

 

I am from a city I didn’t grow up in.

 

I am from friends that would take a bullet for me.

 

I am from love lost and love found.

 

I am from nightmares and dreams.

 

I am from blood found on the neck of a guitar and blistered fingertips.

 

I am from reaching out to oblivion.

 

Sometimes…I just am.