People make me sick..

My brother Ken and myself have always been pretty close. Hes a sweet kid when it comes down to it. We both share a huge love for music. I have a passion for booking tours, promoting bands, putting on shows. He the musician, self taught the bass for the past 4 years. We always say that once he started something up, he would be set because ive been working in the business ever since i was in LadyFox Productions 3 years ago. Playing bass became his life, even working his graduation project around it. He was getting a band together and left his equipment (his bass, his amp, and microphone) over his friends house where said band practiced. Well.. last night someone stole his bass and amp. One of the few times ive ever seen my brother cry so hard. As soon as my mom told me i started crying too, mostly because i know how much that bass meant to him. He cried himself to sleep. My 18 year old brother cried himself to sleep ; and that breaks my heart.

Whenever things like this happen, it makes me sick to my stomache. It makes me want to homeschool my kids and keep them sheltered away from all of the bad people out in the world. It almost makes me crazy because i start wishing we lived in a bubble and no one could harm us. The small suburb i live in, is anything but ideal. Its a bad place. really.. Its turning into a slum of drugs and rape. The more i think about it the more i hate living here. Brentwood "used" to be a quiet family oriented safe community. My sister Chelsea still has 3 years left in that highschool, but i think we should move. Bleh.

situations, situations...


If i did not have school tuition & expensive books to pay for, i would help my brother get a new bass. All i can offer him is a job where i work. Which, in the meantime, would be something good for him because it will keep him busy , and also help him save for a new one. I just hope everything works itself out.