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Not the son, or the heir, but something like itLOCATION: Around , FloridaYEAR: 2004TAGS: funkPUBLISHED: March 22, 2008I am eighteen and I haven't necessarily had the hardest of lives but I can definitely vouch to the fact that in my young existence Ive had some really dark moments. When I was a junior in high school I was going through one these dark phases. My mom and I could not stop fighting and she basically gave me the boot. I was forced to move in with my dad. At some point that year she moved to Peru. We hadnt made amends, my father and I were far from close, and my sisters lived too far away for my sixteen year old self to get around to so I surrounded myself with friends. Luckily for me friends werent hard to find. I met Rosemary that year. Rosemary was hip. She liked good movies and listened to even better music. But she was also in a funk. We bonded. We would sit in her room and listen to music. It was really the only thing that seemed to make sense. This song made sense. It was feel good in rhythm but completely miserable in its lyrics. That juxtaposition struck a chord. We had everything going for us at sixteen but we were still sad and lonely. Still going to the club and leaving by ourselves.
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