>>6087814>>6087839>>6088002You ask him for advice about music.
"Well, kid, learn to play more than one instrument. While you can rely on other people if you really need to, you can't just put all your eggs in one basket. Trust me... I've been there. In the end, if the people around fail you if all you've got is one, then that's all you'll ever have..."
Mr. Bird looks down, a solemn expression on his face. You have a feeling this advice wasn't about music.
You ask to hear a song.
"Alright, kid. Here's a new one."
He starts repeatedly strumming his instrument in a strange rhythmic pattern, before beginning to wail.
"HATRED
HATRED
HATRED EVERYWHERE
I'M GOING TO KILL PEOPLE
I'M GOING TO KILL PEOPLE
I'M GOING TO KILL PEOPLE
I DON'T WANT TO KILL PEOPLE
YOU'RE MAKING ME DO THIS
WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME DO THIS
YOU HATE ME
THEY HATE ME
BUT, BUT, BUT
WHY DO THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER
HOW DO THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER
WHY DO THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER,
BUT NEVER AT ME
WHY
WHY
WHY
WHY
THEY DON'T HATE ME
THEY DON'T HATE ME
PERHAPS I SHOULD HATE
PERHAPS I SHOULD HURT
AND SO I DO
I HATE AND I HURT
I HATE AND I HURT
I HATE AND I HURT
AND THEN I REALIZE
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I REALIZE
THAT THE HATE I SAW WAS LOVE
AND THAT THE REASON THEY DIDN'T LOOK AT ME
WAS NOT A LACK OF HATE
BUT BECAUSE
LOVE IS SOMETHING I'VE NEVER DESERVED
Oh, and rock and roll.
Peace."
You aren't sure if that was a song or some kind of strange, disturbing therapeutic ritual, but it was interesting nonetheless.
You say goodbye to Mr. Bird and finally decide to head home.
When you walk through the door, you are immediately greeted by the familiar smell of sweat and cigarette smoke. No incense or weed though, so you're assuming your dad isn't home. You look over to see your mother sitting in the chair she's usually in. She looks over at you with a look you can only really describe as cold hatred. She seems to loathe the very fact you even walked through the door.
"You've been out a long time," she says, coughing as she inhales her five millionth drag for the day. "I had to deal with your sister since your father isn't home."
You tell her that you were out with friends.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot you had those. Surprising, really. Anyway, go on, boy, I'm trying to watch my shows."
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