I've always been told that I'm a weird shit magnet. Really, it's true. I've seen ghosts,UFOs, and I swear on the broken piece of scrap that is my old alto, I've seen Bigfoot. (Actually, I see Bigfoot every time my family gets together; my uncle happens to be a very large and hairy guy.)
Anyways, that's beside the point. You see, kids, I'm 20 years old, and I'm dead. Well, actually, I don't exist. Well, I do. It's complicated. I've been somehow sent back in time. Lame sounding bullshit, isn't it? Well, how do you think I feel? I'm a grown man in the body of a 14 year old. That means I get to go through puberty. Again. Think I enjoy being Mr. Squeaky again? Hell no.
Back to the story. Sorry, I tend to go on rants at times.
I found myself sitting there in my bed at my mom's house, a place I hadn't really seen in years (with the exceptions of winter and summer break at the university). I know, weird, right? Most times, when someone gets stuck in a time loop or gets sent back in time into their old body, they tend to wake up into it.
I was practicing simple scales on a broken old alto that would barely play.
I'd have much rather woken up to being a kid again, but I guess to quote Mick jagger, "You can't always get what you want." I don't really know why this happened to me.
Maybe I got lucky. Maybe the last 6 years of my life were some lucid daydream that I got lost in. Maybe a higher power sent me back to fix the terrible things that have happened to me and to the people I grew up with.
All I know, is that I got a second chance.