So chronologically the stories in this song are not the first of my dad's journals. But it seemed fitting somehow.
This is also one of the first songs to come out of all this. Over a couple of years when my dad was 16 and 17 he apparently developed a bit of a drinking habit. It seems he would get over it eventually as it was mentioned a lot less, if hardly ever, after he met my mom. Each verse is a different story about going out and drinking and "being born again" as he would put it. Like he felt his life just kept starting over.
The story from October 30, 1986 is significant because that's just days after his mother left his dad. And then a year later (October31,87) was triggered by the anniversary of that. August 20, 86 was just before he got his cast off from breaking his arm at the mall. March 22, 87 was the day after his mom came to see him for a visit.
If you go to my FAWM mainpage there's a link to the Journals if you're interested in getting some context or seeing where all these dates are coming from.
When I Was Born
I was born in a wasteland of a wastebasket yawning after the last piece of garbage was wrought in the dust of the fallen walls out back of a Taco Bell at 3 AM just as they're closing down. As I puked my brains out.
I was born in a row of houses. Or more like the alley behind as we peed in the dark. Trying not to let the passing cops see us there after the bar kicked us out.
I was born on a train or a platform. I can't remember cause the blackout. Just know when I came to my knees were bleeding and I don't know how I got home.
I was born in a water fountain. Baptised broken fingered and dropped off by a bus. And I was almost late to work that morning. But I wasn't.
Was it me or was it you?
Was I the same person then I am now?
Are you? Are any of us the same?