I'd been in the Institution for two years and nobody really knew why. I played truant a lot in school but no more than most of the other kids from the sink estates. Only problem was, I didnít come from a sink estate. I came from a typical 2.4 family with a house with no mortgage. My parents were older than my friendsí parents, and one of them is even pretty famous here inside Wales. He's a writer and won acclaim in his twenties for his novel 'Icarus Rising' - a story about a man and his son who build war machines together. Thirty years later a band even wrote a song about it. They won a major music award and my Dad became cool again for a while. There was even talk of a film with Christian Bale optioned to play Icarus. The local newspaper came over and interviewed him, so did some major publications but things went pretty quiet again after that. His second burst of fame cheered him up for a while but he fell back into his usual eunni once the fuss died down. He refuses to write now and used to tell me off when I started writing lyrics for my band (The Jilted Wanted) - 'Writing is the bastardization of life' became his mantra. I never really knew what he meant, well, until I came to the Instution and they started giving us writing therapy.
A PhD student from the local college called Tim used to come in and urge us to spill our guts on paper. Some of the girls thought he was really all that but it was only because there was a real lack of choice at the vicinity. To me he was the epitome of a plain oat, sort of indescribable, just like a drawn stick man kinda guy. Oh, and he had an Irish accent which made the girls here think he was edgy. I guess I don't need to say they didn't get out much. But anyway, he was all about feelings and getting them out of you. Mine were knotted up so deep inside me that I didn't know where to start. I refused to write in his lessons, and Staff thought this was hindering my recovery somehow, so I got put on isolation. In that time I came to the conclusion that my Dad was right. I'll tell you about that later mind, I don't want to preach to you before you've even decided if you like me yet.
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