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Oh boy...where should I begin? This song is about me, but it applies equally to my sister, because she went through the same torment that I did. It's pretty much a letter to my dad for deciding to drag us out to Shelbyville, Indiana when I was 9 years old.
Shelbyville, Indiana is what I've termed a 'psychological cesspool,' for good reason. It's one of those shitty small towns where the only way to escape is to die or move out, and the former is the easier of the two options. It's a place dominated by small-scale power dynamics and closed-minded sycophants.
On a more immediate level, I pretty much just hated my step-monster. She hit us and screamed at us and threatened to send us to boarding school. One time she even called the cops on me. She's a dirty, unattractive woman who smokes pot daily, can't keep a man (three marriages? or is it four?), and shouldn't be trusted with children.
I'm not going to mention Natalie's name here, because I respect her.
She basically married my dad because he had a job and she wanted to spend his money. She said terrible things about him behind his back and about us to our faces. I love all three of her children, and her ex-husband is a hell of a nice guy.
Paradoxically, had I not spent ten years rotting and becoming increasingly cynical, I'd probably be somewhat well-adjusted and not twisted enough to end up like I am.
This one's for you, Chubbs.
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