Dear Mom and Dad
i am writing this letter to all mothers and fathers and all the hopeful newlywed suburbanites. I want you to go out and buy the records you won't let me listen to. buy the wal-mart edit - that way your ears won't be profaned by these words that you'll later tell me that i shouldn't say - words that i heard from you (or some kid in school who heard them from his parents) long before i cared about music. i want you to understand the responsibility you are about to/have decided to undertake. i am not a pet. there will be things you will not expect. i may not be your dream. i may not be able to or choose not to fulfill your ambitions. yell at me. praise me. ask me why i spend so much time alone. bother me when i hang out with my friends. just please don't ignore me. let me know that i'm alive.