I tried to distract myself by learning the songs on the records and 8 tracks in the trailer. There were lots of tapes of the performances to. There was a school in New York I used to hang out at, where I learned a lot about music and performing. I wanted to go there but nobody could seem to get everything in order to make it official.
I thought about those kids from the school and whether I could go back one day while I strummed parlor guitars and tried not to lose sequins. Tami and Joji didn't seem to mind much as long as I didn't take anything past the den without asking. Sometimes I did, a beat up old parlor guitar, and it made me sad cuz I couldn't tune it right. I practiced on the animals, but it felt dishonest. I knew a lot of kids like that. Like they were only getting nice to you so they could whack you proper. That's how I felt singing to them pigs.