My Father was a big time General. He refused to let me live my life outside the Air Force. I knew I had no other option, but to do what he wanted for me. I really felt like my life ended that day, I lost myself and my dreams. All I ever wanted to do was handcraft guitars and become a musician. I loved the feel of my fingers on the strings of my guitar and how I could get lost in the music. However my dad couldn't understand my dreams and my love for music. He said it wasn’t realistic; a farce. He pretty much gutted me, tore me away from something I was so passionate about. I was the black
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