I’ve discovered that my family don’t really care much for my choice in my music. Nick really likes classic rock like Metallica and Aerosmith, and Abby tends to dance to my Miranda Lambert collection. My favourite music in the world is ska. Or failing that, punk. Punk can be a little depressing at times, but ska is SO HAPPY! It’s hard not to like it. It just makes you want to get off your butt and pogo around the room like a lunatic. Takes me back to my college years when I drank too much, did a few illegal drugs and partied like a rockstar. Sometimes I miss that life and it’s weird uncertainty, but then I think about how good I have it now and I take it back. My early adult years were so much fun though, sure I fell in with a bad crowd but I’ve got some awesome, wicked memories from it all. There’s nothing quite like waking up with your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth because all you had to drink before you hit the hay was beer. Or pot. Tends to do the same thing to my mouth in the morning :p
Now I’m sure that some of the people out there reading this are all like “OMG! You did what?! You bad person! You don’t deserve to have a daughter!” Yada. Yada. Yada. I’ll tell you right now, shouting abuse at me is like talking to a brick wall. I’ve developed a pretty thick skin when it comes to the stuff I did in the past. Some of you straight laced people need to cut loose once in a while and get out of your comfort zone. I grew up in the middle of nowhere in the UK and I never thought of doing anything like this before I came to the US and some very good friends of mine opened my eyes to the stuff that went on outside my protective bubble that I grew up in. They taught me dumpster diving, how to play the guitar for cash, Food Not Bombs, vegetarianism and how to feed a whole household of eight on $10. Other stuff too, like just because someone looks strange doesn’t necessarily mean they are. And the companies that were easy targets for stealing from, because lack of a security system. Sure, some of the stuff I did in the past was VERY illegal and I could have been caught anytime…but I loved every moment of it. I never really had a proper place to live, I was just crashing on other people’s couches for about a year straight. Then I moved back to the UK and I straightened myself out. The experience changed me as a person and for the better. I’m not half as uptight as I used to be. That’s also where I discovered my love for Ska, when we would spend Wednesday evenings smoking joints and listening to Sublime. Good times 
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