My family disintegrated, I was living between my car and my friend's house, and I had developed a dangerous drug habit. Till this day I don't how I'm even alive, or escaped rape from the situations I put myself in and the people I surrounded myself with.Iholdthepain wrote:Hey SG... You've mentioned this a few times now, so I'm curious...
Why was life so bad for you in 2003?
Oh, and right around that same time, Jerry Cantrell was an asshole to me and it broke my heart.
In spite of everything, their tour was the highlight of that year. I scraped up every penny I had to buy two tickets to see PJ around this time--something I absolutely couldn't afford. I remember driving two hours, in that same shitty Escort I slept in, having it break down on the off ramp and basically kicking the shit out of it till it turned on. I think Sleater-Kinney opened for them, I can't recall because I was fucking late and missed the opening act. I ran in as they started playing Long Road, because I remember hearing a Beatles song from a distance in the parking lot. Man... what a wild ride. I remember that show more than I remember seeing in them in '06, and I don't remember very clearly the time I saw them prior to that because I was in my teens. I was a very angry person back then.
It got worst again before it got better, and I have not seen a PJ show since '06. I somehow associated all the horrible things with that album and to tell you the truth, I don't even know why. Every album of theirs I listened to during that time did not have the raging effect that RA had. I still can't explain that.
