benumbed ❅ ︎︎l. h.

chapter 1: "a land of heart-shaped glasses & beautiful people" ♬

"it'll be fun," they said.

"it'll be the perfect getaway," the said.

"you'll love it," they said.

"screw you all," I thought with such a heart-warming smile smacked right on the mouth of my face that seemed to very well hide the feeling of grief & agony that burned throughout the frame of my non-participant-in-any-type-of-bonding-activity body....

in other words, I resented the idea of going on another vacation with the group of not-over-their-fame rock stars that I call my familia. but, being moi ... I braved up to make both my parents, Gene & Paul, happy. just kidding, they don't actually share the names of both legendary, rock-legends Gene Simmons & Paul Stanley. but oh how they wish they did.

Dawn, the blonde-headed guitar playing fashion model, was once the uber-glamorous, super sexy bass player to some famous punk rock group that made it big to suddenly crash to bits of burning, black ash all due to the not-so-surprising drug overdose of the lead vocalist. methamphetamine & heroin aren't the two greatest substances to call your magic hour power when your band's actually not sucking for once. so Dawn was known as a hot topic until her co-member decided to be an asshole & die. she went solo & actually did great things then finally met dad, got knocked-up, had another kid, then got married, had two more spawns of satan & then decided 'oh I think we should settle down as a family'.

while bleach-blonde Dawn thought the rock star life had to come to an end sometime, punk-ass papa bear had a different perspective on when to stop... which is pretty much never.

yeah, so Kevin Michael Jones decided that at age 15 he'd runaway to LA... how unique, right? no. luckily, he met up with a few not-too-shabby upcoming artists, formed a pretty neat band, was lead vocals, didn't suck at it, & become known all over the globe. that band? it still exists as well as continues to tour even though half of the members are twice their size in the same ole pair of leather jeans from their prime time. thank god their shows are years apart... so K-man's settled down.. sort of. only when he's not touring.

Dawn & Kevin, aka the perfect couple to the media, aren't too bad of parents ... their just sort of up in the air, too protective, & just can be way too clingy. I can't complain, at least their in my life. I also can't complain about the luxuries of being the daughter of two pretty well-known rock stars.

these two assholes conceived another asshole named Axl after a very well-known member of oh, well, a very well-known group known as Guns N Roses. next came douchebag aka Blaze, name origin from lead vocalist of Iron Maiden from the time of 1994 to 1999. the third & the best was moi: Tommy Blair. Tommy as in Tommy Lee best known as a member of Mötley Crüe. Blair because if I become a stripper I'll already have my stage name... just kidding. last came Nikki... another Mötley Crüe member, only ten times bigger. that little asshole, only born 9 months ago, gets Nikki Sixx's name & I get freakin' Tommy Lee's? I'm calling bullshit.

we're all named after rock stars, we're all self-taught musicians, & we all hate each other. at least, that's how I see it. brothers are asshole & parents are major bombs of irritation & embarrassment. stuck living in a world of unwanted fame & fortune, I exit the human life by blaring the beloved sounds of Marilyn Manson plus countless of other musicians & groups that can actually speak the truth.

i seclude myself in the back of our SUV looking minivan, escaped into a land of heart-shaped glasses & beautiful people as we venture on, as a family, to some freezing cold, ice block wonderland we're calling a vacation. I pray that Jesus, God, & the Holy Spirit can work their ways & make a miracle appear out of this snow filled, reverse of a hellhole I would be trapped in for almost a whole month. instead of staying back home with my group of emo/punk middle-class friends & attending the most extravagant concerts I would ever dream of, I'm stuck bonding with the wanna be Jackson 5.

the scenery isn't too awful, I stare out into a world covered by a thick blanket of plain white snow. we've been on the road for almost days & all that changes is the intensity of snowstorms plus the decreasing of the temperature. passing towns, passing prairies, passing cities where boys are born & raised in south Detroit taking the midnight train going anywhere, we were no near close to our destination.