Originally Posted by
Joe Nerv 
My parents weren't alcoholic, and I wound up a completely non functioning, suicidal, basket case at 23 anyhow
My parents never supported my music. All they did was scream and yell at me to turn it down, and tell me find something useful to do with my life. When I got sober and started really taking music seriously, I'd stand on my head doing anything and everything I could to get their support, and it just wasn't happening. And I resented it.
Joe Nerv man! Exactly the same as that, lol. Yeah I had a lucky break for a year or so where my father worked away during the week, and as my mother was never anywhere to be found (bit of a mystery as to where she would be) I could practice my music a lot.
The odd time she would arrive back she'd start by giving me ****, and I'd be wondering to myself where she might have been (is that not suppose to be the other way around?). Anyway the downside for that time was that there was never any food in the house.
P.S, some good ones here
https://youtu.be/FDKDdVilQT4 