| My entire life is very unusual. It is a mix of confusion some wouldn't understand. My life began in a large city of El Paso. I grew up there going to Horizon Hights. Each day was about the same, but my life was simple and worry free, so I was living alright. I had (still have) many friends there. Currently, there is nobody I dislike there. When I was about 11 years old, my parents decided to move. They didn't like it there because of the crime, heat, and no scenery. At the time, I thought it was a good idea. I wasn't really thinking of how a simple life was what I should have kept with. I wanted to move too because I thought Colorado would be so cool. I said goodbye to all my friends. In Cortez, CO, I was the outcast. Nobody really talked to me. I tried to make friends, but they rejected me. Each day I would go to school alone. On the weekends, I would ride my bike around. About the middle of the year, I hated living there. My cousin, who lived in Farmington an hour and 1/2 away, was at this time living a depressing life too. My parents decided to move to Farmington because it wasn't too small or too large. Cortez was just a small town. In Farmington, I tried to make friends there too, but I realized I was traveling down that same road that returned as nothing in the end. We visited my cousin and his family often. He was 3 years older than me, and I didn't try to really get to know him. One time, I spent the night over there, and played video games. We began talking throughout that year and discovered how alike our minds were as well as our lives. We became friends at that time. I had begun to get into a type of music called Punk Rock. This gave me a feeling of recognition of my rejected and outcast life I had. I tried to get my cousin into this, but he said it died in the 80's. I couldn't get him to listen to it, for he had a music genre of his own. About Christmas time, he got Blink-182's new cd, which was alternative. He loved it, and I told him to consider Punk Rock. He finally, over time began to like it. I began to like his music too as he introduced my to it as well. Gothic Rock and Techno. We shared this depression of rejection in life together and became closer, as we had gone through the same crap. Some people say I am not a punk, because I like techno and heavy metal too, but my life's attitude is 100% punk. Chris and I became so close with the music bond. Neither of us had ever had a girlfriend or anything so we felt we weren't alone in the loser category. Our attitude then was as losers with no friends. We had a happy sense of losers, for punk rock is about this attitude. Chapter 2 is more of the current times of my life. |