Well mom's a drunk. She's able to combine alcohool with drugs in such manner that did create a beautiful life. Mine. She was an undiscovered artist under her cheap clothes and cracked hands' skin. Daddy, quite an ambitious person, unhappy of what he found in my mom, left several times home and family. He was cheating on her with a random woman in a random city just to forget he was having a family back home. After few months mom found out about it and got divorced.
That's the moment when I started to feel artistic. Quite like Kurt Cobaine, under bridges, him with his heroin, me with my cold milk. For about 4 months we lived in more than 6 or 7 families. Mom tried so hard to show me I can be more that she forgot to sleep or to eat. She was just working. Shifts after shifts eating the pulp left from the juices I was drinking as a baby. All these sacrifices took us somewhere. She finished her studies, she got an apartment and I was watching her dying slowly to give me what I needed. She even remarried. I can still see myself at their wedding with my ginger and long hair looking up with my black eyes at my mom's wedding dress. Well time passed, I began to practice kickboxing, I got through kindergarden, I began scouting and at 12 years old something happened, you know. I saw this skinny beautifull girl playing her guitar. Her name was birdy. hazel eyes and brown hair. She is the reason I wished so much to play guitar . At 13 years old my dad tried to rebond our relation and took me at my grandparents. Mom was not so delighted about the idea and after 2 days forced dad to bring me back home. In the same day she took me at his house and almost destroyed his door and got beated by some tenants. Someone even called the police and when it arrived I was asked who's doing all that jangle. All I could say was just...well.. "Mom".
After a while in the 8th grade I sold my laptop and bought a guitar. A black western Rollings'.
I started to learn by myself. You know that guitar is not about learning, it is about stealing. I finnished middle school and I got in Ion Creanga National College. There I was chosen to be the assignee in the students counsil. In the 10th grade I found Lucas.
