Lacked that passion, past tense acting
like I made it here from acting
every action led me here
so I guess it happened for a reason.
Debilitating mics, put em on ice,
sparking minds, incinerating lines
tryna find the light, spent plenty nights
tryna find a sign to keep on living.
Kept me driven til good God
sent hate long gone good songs written
are now just memories…
My family kicked me out of the house when I was 16 after finding out I was gay. This song is about finding my passion in writing during this time and using it as a way to cope and process my thoughts and feelings. As hard as it was, there's something beautiful about the strength I found in myself and who these experiences led me to become. I have learned to be thankful for that.
The other day, as I was driving down the freeway, my partner saw a brand-new pickup truck lifted so high that the driver had a four-step chrome ladder attached to the truck’s frame to allow him to enter. Not only was the truck brand new, but the exposed axles, lifts, and shocks were pristine, and it was obvious that the truck had not yet seen a dirt road, let alone been off-road. My partner looked at this clean toy and asked, “What is his problem?” I laughed and said, “He grew up with his cultural heroes being the Transformers; he has built himself one and is looking for a Decepticon to fight.” She was quiet for a moment and muttered, “I think he is just a micro penis.” I had to laugh because this is a phrase I hear from many women when they describe guys driving these lifted trucks.