The Story
A memory behind the music
Just before I started making my good high school friends, I had some bad high school friends. Most notably was this guy named Eric. He was tall, he was skinny, he could play metal on his guitar really well. He could play shooter video games super well. And his parents were pretty well off with a very nice suburban house. They had made everything easy for him in life. And he was a total fuckup. He didn't bother trying in school. Sure he was into metal, that's cool, but he just didn't try at all at other things. He and i were friends at the start of high school. And then we met this other guy, whose name i just can't remember, lets call him Andrew. Andrew was also a total fuckup. But his family was pretty bad off and a total mess so it kinda can be acceptable. And as Eric and Andrew got to be better friends, I knew something wasn't viable. I couldn't stay friends with these guys long. So i moved on. I made better friends. Friends that at least tried at something. And years later it was Eric who i saw working at Gamestop when i was selling some old games I didn't play anymore. I recognized him, he was so easy to recognize. But he i think blanked out on life and had no idea who i was.