"I was in a car with my father who was driving and another person I could not identify but I had the certitude to know; we didn't see anything through the windows it seemed to me that it was the night or very dark and very thick clouds hiding all of the sunlight; the car radio was playing a compilation of stoner rock music that I listened at this time; as usual it is a veiled attempt by me to try to share something that is a part of me, which pleases me and move me; after a while, my father get irritated and eventually violently criticized this music; I could see he had controling himself until now and the words he used were more rough as his rage towards my rock n roll had grown up along the trip; Feeling attacked i strongly defend myself, and I included in my tirade this other person who traveled with us and even the whole world, accusing them of having lost the flame and being dead inside; but then with more vehemence my father told a story of his youth in which his dreams were destroyed when at a concert and while he was surfing on the crowd, this one slipped away, not supporting him, he broke his bones; confronted to a such horrible story all was left for me to swallow my sermon and cut out the music.
I was wrong, he was right. "
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