toi Didn't Care About Me When I Was With You. Why Do toi Care About Me Now?
The suivant day, it was June 19, 1988, my seventeenth birthday. Allen and Liz picked out a card. Well, Liz picked out the card. Allen just signed it along with Liz. Allen said, "We don't know what toi have ou don't have, so the card was the only option." I said, "I'm fine with that. I don't expect anything fancy." Uncle Bob then came in. He said, "I've brought toi a present on my way home." I asked, "What is it?" He said, "Close your eyes, and don't peek." I closed my eyes. A few moments later, he said, "Okay, now, open them!" I opened my eyes. I said, "You got me a guitar!" He said, "Yeah. It's brand new, too." I said, "Wow! Thanks, Uncle Bob!" Just then, the phone rang. Uncle Bob went into the other room and answered it. A few minutes later, he said, "John, your mother wants to talk to you." I reluctantly answered the phone. I said, "Hi, Mother." She said, "Happy Birthday, John." I said, "Yeah, right! toi haven't a dit that to me since I was twelve. What do toi want?" She asked, "What's this I hear about toi not wanting to go to college?" I said, "I'd rather focus on my music. Making musique with Allen has made me the happiest I've been since Beatle was alive." She said, "Your father wanted toi to go to college." I said, "That's what HE wanted. Well, I'm not HIM, Mother. I mean, think about it. A lot of musicians didn't go to college. There's Louis Armstrong, B.B. King, Jimi Hendrix, I mean, the liste goes on and on." She asked, "Do toi know what they have in common?" I said, "They were all successful." She said, "Yes, but here's another thing they have in common. They're not my kids." I said, "Mother, toi didn't care about me when I lived with you. Why do toi care about me now?" She said, "I like sticking my nose into things." I said, "I didn't think toi had it in toi to tell the truth. From the time Father died, toi have told me nothing but lies. At his funeral, toi told me toi loved me. Well, I don't think toi would have donné me a black eye ou neglected me if toi truly loved me!" She said, "But John..." I said, "But nothing, Mother! When nobody was around, toi called me a bastard. I don't think that's love." She then said, "So long forever, John!" She then hung up. I was so glad that I wasn't living with her. I later told Uncle Bob, "I don't care what she says. I'm going to follow my dream." He said, "Live your dream, John. Shoot for the stars. If toi miss, you're bound to land somewhere." I said, "Thanks, Uncle Bob."
The suivant day, it was June 19, 1988, my seventeenth birthday. Allen and Liz picked out a card. Well, Liz picked out the card. Allen just signed it along with Liz. Allen said, "We don't know what toi have ou don't have, so the card was the only option." I said, "I'm fine with that. I don't expect anything fancy." Uncle Bob then came in. He said, "I've brought toi a present on my way home." I asked, "What is it?" He said, "Close your eyes, and don't peek." I closed my eyes. A few moments later, he said, "Okay, now, open them!" I opened my eyes. I said, "You got me a guitar!" He said, "Yeah. It's brand new, too." I said, "Wow! Thanks, Uncle Bob!" Just then, the phone rang. Uncle Bob went into the other room and answered it. A few minutes later, he said, "John, your mother wants to talk to you." I reluctantly answered the phone. I said, "Hi, Mother." She said, "Happy Birthday, John." I said, "Yeah, right! toi haven't a dit that to me since I was twelve. What do toi want?" She asked, "What's this I hear about toi not wanting to go to college?" I said, "I'd rather focus on my music. Making musique with Allen has made me the happiest I've been since Beatle was alive." She said, "Your father wanted toi to go to college." I said, "That's what HE wanted. Well, I'm not HIM, Mother. I mean, think about it. A lot of musicians didn't go to college. There's Louis Armstrong, B.B. King, Jimi Hendrix, I mean, the liste goes on and on." She asked, "Do toi know what they have in common?" I said, "They were all successful." She said, "Yes, but here's another thing they have in common. They're not my kids." I said, "Mother, toi didn't care about me when I lived with you. Why do toi care about me now?" She said, "I like sticking my nose into things." I said, "I didn't think toi had it in toi to tell the truth. From the time Father died, toi have told me nothing but lies. At his funeral, toi told me toi loved me. Well, I don't think toi would have donné me a black eye ou neglected me if toi truly loved me!" She said, "But John..." I said, "But nothing, Mother! When nobody was around, toi called me a bastard. I don't think that's love." She then said, "So long forever, John!" She then hung up. I was so glad that I wasn't living with her. I later told Uncle Bob, "I don't care what she says. I'm going to follow my dream." He said, "Live your dream, John. Shoot for the stars. If toi miss, you're bound to land somewhere." I said, "Thanks, Uncle Bob."