Personally, I fucking hate the ever living shit out of this guy "Yungblud".
My little sister? Loves this human wasteland to fucking pieces, let me tell you, if I have to hear about how perfect "Dominic Harrison" is, I'm taking a Barreta straight be...
So, when do you want to be my personal groupie? I'm starting up touring again in January and I'd very much would like to have you here for it. Including some American tours too.
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I laid in bed reading the email I got almost 12 hours ago, I didn't know how to respond. How am I going to explain any of this?
How will I explain this to my parents, why I'm leaving to the UK when I need my meds? Will they send them to me when I'm not with them anymore? Are they willing to keep me alive longer if I'm not with them and Andy?
Most of all, getting stoned seemed to lengthen my life so far.
I got ready to reply when my mother gently knocked on my door, slowly letting herself in.
"Hey, baby, can I come in?" I sat up, nodding, she made her way to my side.
"What's up, mom?" The only light was coming from the hall way leaking into my room, her smile was sad.
"Honey, we can't afford anymore pills in five months, they are increasing the price of it, and there is still no heart for you." I knew this was going to happen, I just didn't know it was going to happen so soon after my death date.
We sat in silence, she held my hand, trying her best to be reassuring.
How was it, to tell your first born that her life support was going to be cut short and that there is a high potential of her dying soon?
Was it easy? Was it hard? Did you know she was planning to move across the world?
"Mom," I had managed to say, her tears stained face turned towards me.
"I saved up enough to visit England, and I was planning to go in January after the holidays." She smiled, stroking my face, she can not say I can't do it, not to someone who is dying.
"Just keep in touch, baby, that's all I ask for, tomorrow since you and I are off, we can look up tickets, how about that?" I felt like my eyes were going to pop right out of my head, I knew they were being lenient, but I wasn't expecting this kind of leniency.
"Casanova, you're 20 years old, you aren't like most of the girls your age who are living their lives. You should be happy before..." she drifted off, before I die, that's what she was going to say, but the topic always upset her.
"Thanks, mom, that's why I want to take all the money I saved up and just go live life. There's someone there that I know who I trust and he knows about my condition, I know Dom will take care of me." She stands up and gives my cheek a little caress.
