It was a bad idea to use the word 'crimson' in the name of our band we were young dumb naïfs with the future ahead of our lost teenage dream four boys still in high school playing music or noise as the neighbors would say in a one-car garage maybe it could fit two with the wave of a wand and then to add 'silence' as if that made 'crimson' that much less worse to hear we might as well have been deaf to how that sounded clanging like pots and pans
in the ears of others like the geezer next door who couldn't stand our sound only Priam would think up a ludicrous name like that to hide in shame never to state out loud in fear others would laugh but we were proud to play under that moniker that I repudiate to this day as inane a game of pin the tail on the donkey wearing a blindfold to face fear as if to snub the snobs the kids who couldn't care less about our punk band
I can't believe I gave up the chance in high school to become college bound and earn a scholarship in cross-country or track though I got worse and worse with all the injuries and after depression set in my junior year it could have been the drugs acid mushrooms and pot to overcome the pain of my fucked-up family 'dysfunctional' a word not so common of course back then in the eighties mine was alcoholic another bad idea
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