Lahat ng Kabanata ng Don't Play Your Rock And Roll To Me: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I worked at a bar called Illuminate. It was in the centre of the nightlife district. There was another bar up the street about two blocks off but it was nowhere as busy as Illuminate. The streets were always bustling with life, be it cars, people and a sight that was becoming a bigger problem for us, police. Lucky for us, there was a parking lot behind the building where most of our regulars stopped, and a side street that had a gate at the end, marked “Private Property”. On the other side was a dimly lit alley, patrolled by the bouncer that stood guard in the darkness.   Illuminate used to be an old brewery and a lot of the old architecture was still visible, including the raw brick wall, b

It was the first time in living memory that I was home before my parents. I thanked Claude and watched him drive off. I walked into my apartment and decided on a shower before anything else. When I was comfortable in my track suit I picked up my acoustic guitar and put a country music DVD on. I played along with the songs that I knew and made a point of learning the songs I didn’t know.I entertained myself in that manner or another hour or so until I saw car lights pull up into the driveway. I could hear my parents laugh rather tipsy while Gwen sounded completely drunk. I chuckled and put my guitar down.

I kept the bar open until sunrise the next morning. I barely had anything to drink; I was mostly entertaining the patrons with all kinds of CCR songs, and some improvised songs and sometimes just doing stupid songs like The Rattling Bog.My folks were really annoyed when I turned up at around seven am, but pleasantly surprised when I grinned at them and joined them for breakfast on the veranda.“Good to see you sober at this time of day.” My mother said to me.

Next time I came to was in the darkened hospital room, with only the light from the machines. I was alone in the room. I tried to think back to how I had gotten there but really couldn’t recall. The door to my room opened and the silhouette of my father entered. He had his jacket thrown over his shoulders. He took a seat in the chair next to my bed and placed his big hand on mine.I squeezed his hand to let him know I was awake. He looked up and saw me looking at him. For the first time I saw my father cry.“I thought we lost you! And th

Sunday was a quiet day. I stayed in bed most of the day, trying to figure out what I was going to do about Miss Preston. She wasn’t bad looking, she was nine years my senior, but she was also the maths teacher. Getting involved with her would really be the worst thing that I could do.For some reason I had been ignoring my phone the entire day, even my own parents’ texts went by unanswered. That was, until my father showed up in my bedroom giving me worried looks.“I’ve been texting you. You didn’t answer.” He sai