My family is just like any other family […] We’re not, though. Like any other family. We’re different because of where we grew up. Now you stand there and you talk about ghost and spirits. And you sell tickets for the privilege and yet you don’t believe in any of it. And you tell me I’m crazy, and that Mom was crazy and Luke’s crazy and we’re all just nuts. And then you tell our stories. My stories, the same stories that you told me were just dreams or delusions. And you’re supposed to be my big brother. You know, you’re supposed to protect me. But you say the meanest things to me when I try to tell you. And then you make so much money.
So, how do you explain us? I mean, I should’ve been dead long before now. Killed in action like half the kids in my high school. Or maybe drinking myself to death back in Hazelwood, like my old man. But that’s not what happened, is it? What happened is I started playing in a band. I met Teddy Price buying cigarettes in a Hollywood market.
DAISY JONES & THE SIX — Track 9: Feels Like The First Time
