Chibi is not letting me finish this.

for Deb

He was an honor student in 5th grade, boyscouts, soccer...made me proud..
So when he put some posters up in his room the following year of these crazy I.C.P. jagoffs,
(hungry for money and maybe a boy's soul..but, what the hell do they care?)
and nasty music that accompanied the posters came screamin' out of his speakers...I thought, THAT'S GOTTA GO! ...
Aw, but, oh jeez...it's 'only' music after all...what can it hurt?
So, I made the mistake of letting him listen to what he wanted, and let him keep these crazy nasty posters up on his walls...
He was 11, he had started smokin pot.
By 14 he o.d.'d on Crack and heroin...
by 22 he had been to 3 Rehabs, countless counselors, and jail, twice.
At 25, he's on the 'fence' about whether he's ready to 'let go absolutely' and accept the help he knows he needs.
So, I pray....
and hope....
that his story doesn't end like the woman's son I sat next to tonight in my AA meeting.
Her son o. d'd last week and he's buried now.
He was 25.

I wondered if he had listened to I.C.P........

Does I.C.P. music lead to drug and alcohol abuse? Maybe not...
But, could it have made a difference ....maybe...
that's what this drawing is all about....
hoping to make a difference...even for just one.
Don't die to prove me wrong.
-Donna