- 2:18 PM, Saturday,
September 7th, 2013:
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- This is a very odd
thing to share on the site, but I just find it
fascinating what the relationship with my mother has
become. Friends, of course, we pulled that feat off by
the time I was 30 (moving to LA kinda strained
things) but what I notice most about this video is
that we don't talk like mother and son and honestly
never have. We talk like a couple. And growing up? We
did indeed feel like a team. Single mom... even when
my step-father came into the picture... it still felt
like "Single mom and son" dealing with that guy.
Not always bad, but never an actual family unit - and
it never seemed like he was more important to her than
I was. Years later, I look back on it as
I would an ex. Meaning, we're great friends
now... we used to live together, but we moved on from
that label and now we're friends. As you can see from
the interview, there are indeed still parent/child
issues that I'm more than happy to remind her of (how
horrifying is it that your kid keeps a tape journal
and saves it for 20 years and brings it back up when
you wouldn't let him go to the Billy Joel
concert? LMAO)... but for the most part? We talk very
nonchalantly, extremely frank, and get along fine.
Bizarre how that can happen decades later. I hope
people find this as interesting as
I do...
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- I have to thank my
mom for being willing to do that. I'm a weird kid.
Both my mother and father have little to no issue with
video cameras and I guess they just accept that's
what I do. And as I said before, she's just
open. Exhaustively open. I guess I had to
get it from somewhere. There's certainly parts of that
conversation that will be private forever - lol.
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- ...but I post
this as a tiny worm to those who watch it. Talk to
your parents. If it takes a bottle of wine, or your
own vulnerability to break down their walls? Do it.
All your issues lie within and truthfully? They have a
ton of issues about just what they did to YOU. 'Cause
shit, as parents, we don't know. I take that back
- I do: I will fuck my kids up in my
own special way. But thinking back my mom just made me
nuts so I left as soon as I could and
started my life. What the hell's wrong with that? Your
home life is SUPPOSED to be unsatisfying, right?
Otherwise we'd never leave...
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- But you'd better
believe I'm pissed about the France trip.
Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit. Imagine all year in that class
having the entire curriculum leading up to that trip
on spring break knowing you weren't going?
GODDDDDDDDDDD. Thankfully, the Gameboy was released
that year. French class was the SHIT.
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- Justin
Linnabary... you know what I'm talking
about.
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- Adam
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