Jackie Takes A Hippie-Dippy Day

You know it’s going to be a weird day when it’s eight o’clock in the morning and you’re listening to Donovan tunes…

Things have been a bit rough lately. I’ve been weaning off my antidepressant, which has caused me to have some not so good moments. It’s funny… It seems the world is so all fired concerned about people having addictions to alcohol or illegal drugs (including pot for some odd reason), but no one gives a rat’s happy ass that prescription “happy pills” are just as addictive. I mean really, if you go through the DTs when you’re weaning off of something, it’s an addictive substance. But I guess they think it’s okay because it’s something doctors prescribe to make you happy and keep you level… I call bullshit on that.

So you can imagine that the past two weeks have been a type of fresh hell I wouldn’t wish on anyone. It’s been one helluva roller coaster ride as the serotonin levels start slowly dropping. I’ve flipped out over stupid shit, thrown things when I get really irritated, burst into tears over nothing, my sleeping pattern sucks, I’m anxious more than I have been and every mole hill turns into a mountain. Oh so fun…

For most of my life, I felt like poor Atlas, here, like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. It took me years to stop feeling that all the time.

But, in one moment, it all came weighing down on me once again… Yes, I’m referring to your “friend” and mine, Morticia… You know, I didn’t have that much of an issue helping her through her mother’s passing. I don’t deal well with death at all; everyone knows it. But focusing all my energy into helping others work through their grief helps me work through my own. Or ignore it, however you wish to look at it…

Morticia seems to be handling her mother’s passing better than she was, thank god… But that doesn’t mean everything is hunky-dory, not by any stretch of the imagination. I wish I could say that this experience has caused her to have a new perspective on life and helped her get her shit together. I wish I could tell you that… But that’s not how this works, you see…

Nothing has changed with her. In fact, I think she’s gotten a bit worse. She certainly seems a lot more neurotic than she was before. She’s still fighting with Gomez (shocking, right?) and bitching about everything from work to money to everything under the sun.

Do you have any idea how sick and fucking tired I am of hearing, “No, you don’t understand,” followed by some lame excuse and/or explanation for whatever it is?! She acts as if I’ve never been in any of these situations before when she knows damn well I have been and sometimes in much more dire straits than her. That brings us back to the fact that she acts as if she knows me better than I know myself. Well… then she hasn’t been listening all these years and she knows nothing of my personality. Nice to know that someone you’ve known for over 20 years hasn’t the foggiest idea. But, in Morticia’s eyes, she’s the only one who’s ever suffered anything in general and the rest of us have great lives. Yeah, okay…

So not only have I been severely stressed and anxious with this weaning off my meds shit, now I have Morticia calling me a million times a day again to bitch and complain. Fun times…

I’ve been so fucking stressed, I’m making myself physically sick. the anxiety I’ve had in check is coming back to me and it’s wreaking all sorts of havoc on my physical being. But how do tell someone that they’re causing you more stress than you already feel because they’re dumping their own stress onto you? I mean, there really isn’t any way to do that without sounding completely rude. If she wasn’t “family”, in a way, I wouldn’t give a shit if I was rude or not. We’re trying not to make waves, here, for the sake of making my life easier. Even if I found a kinder way to put it, I know damn well what the response would be: “You don’t know what stress is…” Really?! That would be a good way to start a fight with me, but she wouldn’t actually realize or care until it happened. She thinks she can say what she wants and bully people with no repercussions. Wrong…

Which leads us to Jackie taking a hippie-dippy day…

Current situation: listening to my favorite Pink Floyd tune, “Us and Them“, my go-to tune when I seriously need to mellow the fuck out fast. Actually, the entire Dark Side Of The Moon album in fantastic for when you need to mellow out. It’s an even better chill if you’re high at the time, so I found out in high school. But that’s a story for another time…

In any case, I’ve decided to take a personal day of sorts, a hippie-dippy, focus on me, don’t answer my phone day. Because I really could use a little sit down and shut the fuck up. And that’s my grand master plan for the day. I’m just going to be and nothing more for the entire day. I’m going where the day takes me. I need this and I could give a shit less if anyone doesn’t like it. Suck it up, buttercup…

One thing I know I’m going to do for myself today is engage in a little bit of zen…

I’ve been doing really well with my guitar lessons. My instructor has now given me four songs to work on: “Free Fallin'”, “Positively Fourth Street” and “Mary Jane’s Last Dance” in addition to my working on “Wishing You Were Here.” I’m starting to play along with the actual songs a little bit. Well… as fast as my fingers will allow at the moment. I haven’t been playing that long, really. It’s only been about a month, but for never having played before, I’m moving a lot faster than others who have never played before. The advantage being that I’ve been playing piano since I was a little girl and I have perfect pitch, so I can play by ear. He actually told me that he enjoys playing with me and has fun. I think that’s because he doesn’t have to go through so much mundane shit like he does with others. That and the fact that I’m so gung-ho to learn.

I practice every day, anywhere from a half hour to an hour or longer. I pretty much stop when my fingers are starting to hurt from all the stretching or just grow tired and can’t do it anymore. Playing makes me so happy! I don’t think anyone understands how happy it’s made me. It helps my depression and anxiety to melt away. I’m always happy when I can make music, listen to music… This guitar was the best thing I’ve done for myself and I’m proud of my progress so far!

And so, dear readers… I shall leave you with this:

Find your center. Find what makes you happy and zen and run with it. Don’t let anyone dump all their shit on you! You’re not anyone’s personal punching bag nor are you like a human landfill for people to dump all their trash into!

You take time to do you and focus on what needs a bit of TLC within yourself. Fuck everyone else. Ignore those people who feed off your energy like a succubus. They’re bringing you down to lift themselves up and you don’t need that shit.

When life becomes too much, just take a personal hippie-dippy day. Literally, have that hippie mindset (with or without the aid of mind-altering substances) and just let yourself be… Let the day take you where it will and just go along and enjoy the ride. And remember, while on the path of life, don’t forget to stop and smell the daisies…

I Should Start Charging By The Hour…

Back when I was in high school, I had to take a sociology/psychology class. It was interesting… Actually, that was how I learned what was wrong with me (that I was bipolar). I even considered becoming a psychiatrist for a little while.

Once, years ago, I was seeing this shrink who was born 50 years before Moses. He had this stoic poker face that made you think it would shatter should he change expression. One day, I told him I had considered becoming a psychiatrist when I was in high school. He asked what changed my mind. Aside from my desire to become an artist, I told him I was afraid someone would come into my office crying, “Doc! Doc! I want to kill myself!” And then I’d point and say, “There’s the window…” I actually got a smirk out of poker face! I was afraid he might break himself…

So I never went to school to be a psychologist or a psychiatrist. I’m not an entertainer. But, for some reason, that’s how I get treated. I’m a vessel people talk to when they’re bored or want to be entertained. And if they have any problems, they use me as their own personal therapist.

Don’t get me wrong, I like helping people I care about when they’re in emotional and mental distress. But there are a few that simply take advantage of the situation. I’m sorry; that’s not why I’m here. I’m not a way to cure boredom, I’m not a punching bag for you to take your frustrations out on, I’m not here to take abuse from you so you can feel superior and I’m not here to play cupid for you. You want that, I’m going to start charging by the hour for these sessions…

Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to avoid certain calls lately…

Morticia’s mother passed away last week. I know how close she was to her mother (I don’t understand it, but I know she was) and I knew how badly she was hurting. So, no matter how often she called, I made sure to answer and talk her down when she was losing her shit. I was trying to be sympathetic, an emotion I’m not very familiar with, and doing my best to help her because, well, that’s what I do.

Everything was fine until about two days after her mother’s passing. Suddenly, Morticia got onto politics, a subject she knows I don’t like discussing and one we see opposite sides of. I tried telling her nicely what I didn’t wish to discuss politics, but she kept going on, getting a bit radical about it. So I snapped the fuck out. I’m sorry, this is not the time to discuss politics. And, if that’s what you want, find someone who feels as you do. Needless to say, she shut up. I think she knows she’s not my intellectual equal and she also knows you don’t want to make an enemy of me. If I lose you as a friend, I won’t lose any sleep over it and won’t give a rat’s happy ass that you’re gone.

“Wear Your Love Like Heaven” (c) yours truly

Needless to say, I was beginning to feel quite drained by all of this…

That’s normal when I have to speak to Morticia for any length of time. Inevitably, she brings up topics she knows she shouldn’t discuss with me and should find better suited friends for.

Even if she’s not approaching subjects that shouldn’t be discussed, she just has this way about her… She’s like a black hole that’s feeding off my energy and gives nothing back. And the longer I have to deal with it, the less time I can tolerate speaking to her. I found I was getting distracted from things I’ve been enjoying. I was in serious need of some zen…

I had an appointment at my shrink’s mid week. It went well. He agreed to start weaning me off my antidepressant so I can lose this fucking Cymbalta weight. I told him that going to new age shops had helped a lot (which he agreed, it does help) so since it was on the way home, I stopped in at my favorite hippie-dippy store for some renewal.

I instantly felt this overwhelming calm as soon as I walked in, which was usual. I bought a few necessitates, like more incense, some stones, a temple wind chime… I also bought some beads to wrap around my ankle and a beautiful ring. There’s just something about that store. Scoff if you will, but the hippie-dippy things seem to help me feel better, hence the reason I utilize them. Do they really work? I don’t know… It could just be that I believe they work, so they do. All I know is I feel better and that’s what matters.

I parked across the street from the hippie-dippy store in from of a sushi place that advertised, of all amazing things, bubble tea!

I have a friend that lives in the Philippines and she goes nuts over bubble tea. I see it a lot online and I see videos of people making their own. It made me so curious and gave me such a strong desire to try it, but I live in bumble fuck and we don’t have things you’d find more easily in large cities. So you can imagine my surprise when I found a place that makes and sells it!

After I was finished in the hippie-dippy store, I crossed the street and got a milk bubble tea. What a strange and amazing beverage! It was delicious! It also seemed to hop me up like I was on speed… It didn’t up my heart rate or anything, but I was so peppy and full of life that I was making myself nuts!

After some research, I found out that bubble tea is incredibly bad for you because it’s high in calories and sugar. But it’s worth it!

So I’ve made a decision… I’m taking a break from people.

I’m doing so well with my guitar lessons (my third one is today) that my instructor isn’t spending as much time on things that are coming easily to me. I’m already doing well playing “Wishing You Were Here”, I memorized the beginning chords… I’m so proud of myself!

For now, I think I need to just disengage from people for a while… I’m going to keep practicing my guitar every day and concentrate on building my energy back up, focus on my meditation and just let myself be… Happiness runs, happiness runs, after all…

This Isn’t Your Normal Depression; This is… Advanced Depression…

Yesterday started out as shit. Literally…

I thought I had broken a tooth and had to go to the dentist to get my teeth cleaned and looked at. One of my least favorite activities. I had myself so worked up into a state that I gave myself some intestinal distress. I don’t know why, but getting my teeth cleaned is anxiety inducing.

But wait… there’s more!

Not only did I have a shit ton of cavities, 3 of which were drilled and filled on the top front (which was pretty painful after the fact from having my lip yanked over my head for so long) but I also found out I didn’t break a tooth. I lost a crown. Luckily I found it where I knew I lost it (in the car while eating a scone). And I found out what this weird pain was that I was having low in my gum in front bottom. I have periodontal disease and a hole in my gum! Isn’t that lovely?! Thankfully it’s still early enough that they can treat it in the dentist’s office, but still… What the actual fuck… Lucky me…

To cheer myself up, I decided to go shopping at this place called At Home. It’s a really nice home store where you can buy furniture, decor… pretty much whatever you need for your home and it’s not terribly expensive.

I found this amazing chair on their site a few days ago and had been obsessing over it for some time. Literally obsessing… I’m tired of how my house looks and decided that I wanted a bit of a change, something to spice shit up a bit. What could be better than a funky retro chair with a new pillow on it?

I realize this doesn’t actually look like it would be comfy, but it really is, surprisingly. Plus it’s a lot smaller than other chairs I’ve had in that space, so I have more room to move and feel less confined. My house isn’t very large and it has a lot of furniture, especially large furniture like my 6 foot sofa. So trying to get smaller accent pieces was definitely a plus in my mind. And it’s funky!

Actually, I found this ottoman first and decided I had to have it. The chair I happened to stumble across and thought, hey, that would look great with the ottoman! It really does! Plus it gives extra seating without taking up much space at all.

See, this is what I do… When I get depressed, I shop… Sometimes I shop until I drop. It’s such a downside of bipolar behavior (depression in particular). You’re so desperate to feel good that you go buy things you don’t need or can’t afford. A lot of the time, it’s something impractical and it only gives you joy for a short while before depression sets in again. Thankfully, this wasn’t an impractical purchase and wanting to change shit up is a good thing.

And, because I’m a sucker for the “impulse buys” section, I bought myself a cute little treat. It’s a mini Magic 8 Ball!

Did anyone have the big ones as kids? I did… I used to love that thing. Over the years, the colored water faded and I’ve since lost track of what happened to it exactly. But I always loved asking it random questions and seeing what answer I got. So when I saw this mini version (and it’s all funky and swirled), I knew I had to get it! It was only a couple of dollars anyway…

So I decided to test it… I asked it if I would learn how to play the guitar well, to which it responded, “Outlook good”. Hey, that sounds promising!

This morning, after all the bullshit that went on yesterday, I decided to ask it a different question… I asked it, “Does this country have good things in store for it this year?” And, as you can see, the response was, “Not likely”… Wow… How apropos…

So there you have it, dear readers… The Magic 8 Ball has spoken. All hail the great and powerful Magic 8 Ball…

Yeah, yeah… I realize it’s just a toy and any response to that question could have come up. But with the giant shit storm that’s been going on since March, the new strains of COVID, this presidential bullshit, you have to admit that the answer it gave me this morning was… well, a bit weird… I’m not saying it can really foretell the future, but… It was just too coincidental, don’t you think? It’s quite comical in a way. Even a toy has little hope for the future of the US! That’s when you know things are in sad shape.

The all knowing, all seeing Pink Floyd, folks…

So… much as I hate to do it, let’s talk about the bullshit yesterday…

Listen, I don’t care if you think Trump is the greatest thing since sliced bread or if you hate his guts to the point where you want to punch him in the dick a thousand times. Not everyone has the same views on things and that’s okay. They’re your views and you’re entitled to them.

But the events here in the US yesterday were pure and utter insanity.

Okay, he lost and he’s not happy. But for the love of god, bow out gracefully. Telling your followers, knowing that a lot of them are more than a bit radical, to go to the Capitol was literally an act of lunacy. He had to have known that it would turn into one giant shit show, which it did… And none of it would have happened if he would have taken his defeat like a man and not behaved like a child who didn’t like how you were playing and decided to take his ball and go home.

It’s no secret that I don’t care for the man in multiple aspects, but putting my feelings aside and looking at it from a more unbiased aspect, I can’t help but notice that he’s created a very dangerous situation. And I don’t just mean what happened at the Capitol; I mean with the people in general.

We’re a nation divided…

Yes, there have always been people who think they can tell you what to think, how to feel and totally invalidate your beliefs. But things seem to have taken a much darker turn for the worse lately.

Just put this in your kettle and let it simmer a minute… The last time someone stood up, spouting hate and laying blame for what was wrong with the country on a particular group of people, it didn’t go well and a lot of people died. Only this time it’s not Jews… This time it’s Mexicans and anyone who isn’t a Republican and thinks like him. It’s a dark period of history trying to repeat itself.

Did people forget the importance of these lyrics…?

It’s all too fucking much…

COVID, political bullshit, people acting out and doing so like lunatics, hate between people, people trying to bully and dominate others in a vain attempt to get them to see their opinions are right and yours are wrong…

Stop… Just stop…

It’s bad enough that normal people have to deal with this shit. It’s even worse when people who suffer from depression and anxiety have to deal with it. Worse, people who have never experienced depression or anxiety before are now having major issues with it. I can’t imagine how freaked out and lost they feel. Those of us who have been suffering from mental illness for our entire lives, we’re used to dealing with it and even we’re having more issues than normal. I can’t imagine how sane people are feeling as they try to cope. This isn’t going to end well… I know I’m at a breaking point.

We need some cuteness… courtesy of Haiku

This morning is a good example of bullshit…

I had posted a picture of my funky new chair and ottoman on Facebook because I really liked it and wanted to show off the new look I’m working on in my house. A few people commented, each giving their approval, telling me how nice it looked.

But there’s always that one person…

I had a comment stating that Christmas was over and to take down my tree… Um, excuse me?! Who the fuck do you think you are, exactly?! It’s my fucking tree! And if I choose to leave it up until this coming Christmas, I’m going to fucking do it! Don’t tell me when I should take my tree down!

There’s no right or wrong time to take down your tree… You take it down when you’re sick of the sight of it, that’s all…

I also had a very irritating conversation with Morticia yesterday…

According to her, I shouldn’t judge people without knowing all the facts. First of all, I normally do, okay? But, in certain circumstances, the situation hits close to home and is a bit too personal for me. If I hear what happened from a reliable source and it’s something that upsets me on a personal level, I may be a bit judgmental, sure. We all can be. But I found it irritating that she herself is highly judgmental, especially with me, and that’s perfectly alright. Well… isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black…

I’m feeling incredibly overwhelmed at this point…

At what point do you just completely lose your shit and flip out on people and/or remove them from your life? How much can any one of us take of this shit before we completely lose it?

Hell, those of us who are mentally ill are already more than halfway there to begin with.

So here’s the deal… No one, and I mean no one has the right to tell you what to do, how to think, how to feel or tell you that their opinion is right and yours is wrong. No one has the right to get up on a soap box to preach to you and then not practice what they preach. You are you and no one else… You live your life how you want, have the feelings, opinions and beliefs you feel comfortable with. The only person who has the power to change your views is you. And you probably will because we all do over the years. Just make sure that you’re not being influenced by some self righteous asshole who thinks they know everything. Okay…?

Ugh… This post was such a downer. I need to end this on a light note for you guys.

A late Christmas present arrived for me the other day. It’s an Inkari alpaca! Isn’t he awesome?! He’s made with real alpaca wool and is so soft and fluffy (as you can see). And they come with cute little accessories! Mine has a bow tie and shades!

Now, you’re supposed to name your new alpaca, but I’m having a tough time figuring out a good one. With his accessories, he looks as if he’s either a member of “The Rat Pack” (look that up if you don’t know what that is) or some sort of alpaca mafia! I posted the pictures to Facebook and asked some opinions on names. I got a lot of good suggestions! Perhaps too many… I still have no idea what to name my fluffy friend, here. So… I’d like to know… What do you think, dear readers? Any ideas for a name for my poor, nameless alpaca? And before you suggest Al, I actually have a stuffed one named Al Paca… Well, either way I managed to end this on a cute and fluffy note. That’s what matters…

New Year, New Aspirations, New Disappointments…

Happy 2021, dear readers!

I hope everyone aggressively said goodbye to the shitty old year in a safe manner and told it not to let the door hit it in its ass on the way out!

As you can see, I may not have been able to celebrate in style, but I still had something of a celebration. Animal Crossing has been my saving grace through all this shit. I may not be able to have gatherings, but this is a good substitute. And it was cute! Fireworks, party poppers, party hats and happy villagers… It was kind of fun!

As an extra dose of cuteness…

I bought some party hats and silly glasses and took a selfie with Baxter! Granted, I couldn’t take a selfie, hold him still enough while holding the glasses in place, but I still think he looks pretty cute, if not a bit frustrated. You can almost hear the sigh as if asking me to stop making him look stupid!

Hey, it’s my right as a pet mom to make my fur babies look stupid, hahahaa!

Otherwise, it was a pretty dull evening as it’s been the last few years. I’ve grown tired of making meatballs and putting them in the Crock Pot with gravy and have opted for meatloaf instead. Same recipe, different shape… I just don’t have the gumption to make meatballs up, fry them and mix up gravy in the Crock Pot. However, there’s still a lot of picking food like veggies and dip, ring bologna, cubed cheeses, shrimp cocktail, chips… It’s a habit I got into so there was always food to pick at while drinking. But now I can’t drink, so I’m not sure why I still do all that just to drink sparkling white grape juice…

Honestly, that’s the thing I miss most about New Year’s, getting a bottle of Asti, having myself a few glasses to help ring in the New Year in style… And I miss Dick Clark doing New Year’s Rockin’ Eve. Ryan Seacrest is a poor substitute. It’s just not the same with the man who never aged until he had that bad stroke…

I think I crossed over into it back in March…

One of my “traditions” is to watch The Twilight Zone which SyFy shows a marathon of every New Year’s Eve and Day. Of course, I fell asleep and missed some of my favorites… But I can watch them on Hulu whenever I want.

Anyway… I don’t believe there was a New Year’s that was more appropriate to be showing this program. Hell, I felt like I crossed over into The Twilight Zone back in March, as I’m sure most of us did. And I feel I’ve been trapped there ever since. I wish I could say I’m exaggerating, but I’m sure most of you feel the same way as I do. It’s no exaggeration…

However, I’ve been thoroughly enjoying myself! I always do, even if they show episodes I don’t care for. One year they decided to show every single episode ever made in order. It took 4 days to get through them all! And I laid here on the sofa all 4 days watching them! I’m surprised I didn’t develop bed sores (or would they be sofa sores?) from laying there like a lump for 4 days. Now that’s devotion, folks. Odd devotion, but devotion nonetheless…

Now, everyone knows this is my routine every year and knows… you don’t call me. I will ignore you.

Apparently Morticia didn’t get the memo on that… She called me when my favorite episode was on (of course she did) and when I didn’t pick up, she called right back. What the actual fuck?! I texted her and told her I had a lot to do and asked what was up. She said she just wanted to talk. For real… She meant she called to bitch and complain… I thought my text would have gotten my message across, but nope. A few hours later, she called me twice again during my second favorite episode! What the fuck?! Does she have radar or something?! “Oh, Jackie is watching one of her favorite episodes of something, I should call her now!” Jesus Christ, woman! She also called just as I was sitting down to eat supper! The last thing I wanted was to end this shitty year listening to her bitch anymore. She already bitched to me enough this week about how much she hates her new job and needs to find another, her asshole landlady and her ailments. I can’t take this anymore…

So my New Year’s resolution… Well, I don’t know if you can call it a resolution. I always see resolutions as giving up things that are bad for you or just bad habits. You make resolutions to quit smoking (that’s not happening), exercising more (also not going to happen), eating better (I already do, or did before I broke a tooth), stop gambling, quit drinking… shit like that. Those are resolutions.

My New Year’s resolution is more like a promise to myself… I’ve been slacking on my hippie-dippy ways which isn’t good. So I’m going to start 2021 by focusing on myself. I’m going to try to find the inner peace I so desperately need right now. I’m going to spend more time meditating and just being. I’m going to live more in the moment.

But most importantly, I’m not going to let people like Morticia delegate what kind of emotions I’m feeling or allowing them to raise my stress levels. I just can’t… She’s so full of negativity that she literally drains all the energy out of me. She’s like a leech… She latches onto me and uses her bitching to suck out all my positive vibes and leaves me empty. Nope… Sorry, but that’s not happening anymore…

I’m also going to do my damndest to get back in the groove again…

I have no idea what’s caused this horrible art block. It’s literally been years since I’ve drawn anything of importance (except a new profile picture for Facepuke). I’m not sure what’s been holding me back, but I’m so tired of it. Now even my writing is beginning to suffer so I have no creative outlet at all. That depresses me and makes the situation worse. This is the worst art block I’ve ever had and I’m hoping that maybe this year I can get out of this funk.

Maybe working on me, on my mental health, meditating, doing my hippie-dippy thing, will help me get out of whatever this funk is. Maybe it will help me pinpoint the moment that started it so I can work through it. I need something… Not having this creative outlet is really beginning to take its toll on me.

But, you know, these are all moot points…

Every new year, I have hopes that this year will be better. I hope that I’ll get better mentally, that I won’t need to worry so much about things anymore, that maybe I’ll finally get my break in the art world, that maybe I’ll find that inner peace…

Every year it turns out to be the hope of the fucking hopeless…

There’s a superstition among people of my ethnic background that eating pork and sauerkraut the first day of the new year will bring you good luck the entire year… Normally I’m not superstitious, but I do follow ethnic traditions. I have hex signs in my house and, until I developed reflux and lost my gall bladder, I ate pork and sauerkraut every single January 1st. Do you know how many years that actually helped?! I can count them on no fingers… Nothing has changed since I’ve been unable to eat pork and sauerkraut. If it wasn’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all. It’s been that way my entire life. So do I have hopes or expectations for the new year? Not really…

If nothing else, I at least have one thing to look forward to and that’s my guitar lessons that start on the 4th.

I honestly can’t wait for that… I love making music. Maybe it’s because I love music so much. Maybe it’s because I have perfect pitch and can play anything. Who knows… My family is very musical, hence the reason why I’m able to do these things. I’m already getting a good jump start on things, so hopefully my lessons will go well and I’ll be able to kick ass. Anything is possible I guess…

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