H e could hear the screaming, through a muffled ringing in his ears, he looked up into the eyes of his closest friends and had suddenly thought of a dozen things he wanted to tell them. Or let it go and roam the sky, high above this world, above the hatred, above the abuse, above the stupidity, above the judgement, above the concert of earth, where he had just began playing a solo. The boy had some choices to make, either survive, hold onto the body, no matter how broken, no matter how battered, whether it functioned or not. Then he felt his veins spilling into the atmosphere.
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He was really going to get a lecture this time. He looked into his brother's eyes and thought about their parents. His head pounded so loud that he could not hear what was being said. Surrounded by friends and his only brother, he looked up into the cold Texas night and wondered how it had come to this ? The ground was cold and wet, he could feel the darkest regions of a chill engulfing his body, small spasms and convulsions rippled through his veins, like shards of glass crystallizing in his blood stream. His ears were ringing, his muscles constricted, his bones ached, he pissed himself and was now about to die. O ut of nowhere, the boy with the mohawk lay broken. This Arts and Culture Magazine is a reflection of that home and that family and those times.
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My parents friends were vast and varied, including, Americans of all colors, Asians, Latins, Europeans, The home was exotic in comparison to our neighbors, and possibly, to most homes in the United States. Our house was always open to diverse cultures. We were taught to make things of our own, rather than ask to be involved in someone else's thing. My father was an adventurer, my mother was a passionate and independent woman, me and my siblings picked up on those sensibilities.
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Living a full life itself was a very large part of my parents way. Both my parents were extremely creative, they were not academics, they were real working class people with a mid west flair for life. We had a humble yet vibrant up bringing and the arts were infused into it. The Arts were always a big part of our life, painting, music, theater, reading books were basic pastimes in our home.
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Who am I and what gives me the audacity to ever do such a thing to begin with ? Well, I am an artist, so was my father and his father.