I have said all this before on my numerous blog when I was smoking street pot tainted and going ballistic with brian, starting in 2015. The feeling growing up with this weird tyrannical (mum) and controlling selfish culture was utter despair. The first light I saw was my freind Danny but truly, it was BJG, 10 and a half years older than me and my CEGEP prof for a year. IT was a terrifying nonsensical childhood. Deep down, my parents would chose order over freedom in a heart beat. I have never ever been like that. In fact, I was deeply honest always and was maybe hard to love because I did not filter myself. Unfortunately, they raised me terribly badly. The things I keep from them: love of modest material conforts, hardwork but for diffeent reasons ( not to make money since I dont work anymore), love of good food and healthy food, love of exercice, love of cooking. You see how very bourgeois this all is?
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