Taylor, Corey - The Seven Deadly Sins by Taylor Corey

Author:Taylor, Corey [Taylor, Corey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Da Capo Press
Published: 2011-05-26T04:00:00+00:00

It was not always shitty, you know. Evansdale, which is right outside of Waterloo, was where I ate a Now & Later candy for the first time. When I lived in Dewar, which is right outside of Evansdale, I learned through another group of kids that I was good at football. It is funny what you see and what you refuse to see in retrospect. I suppose I had some great times with that crazy cast of characters. There were even times when I did not feel so different from them, or they did not seem that different from me. In a way, they kept me alive. When I needed to escape, they came with me. When I needed to feel alive, they joined me. I even started one of my first bands with those guys. But I could never trust them. Maybe that is the real lesson I took away from Waterloo: Do not trust anyone. And I learned it so well that I still have a hard time letting it go. My wife, Stephanie, is one of the greatest people I have ever met, and I still have a hard time fully trusting her. But because she is amazing, she has infinite patience. She understands and helps me every day. I am surviving again, really. It may be a cop out, I know. But it is the biggest reason why I have this type of strength and resolve. I refuse to give up, I refuse to die, and I refuse to lose, ever. It is because I remember every word, every scar, and every dirty secret. I am a mass of melodrama disguised as a life. But at least I am not a fabrication from some conference table in a nondescript building. At least I was not put together by executives in some shitty pitch meeting who wanted an edgier artist with better cheekbones—“You know. . .for the kids!” I am everything that ever happened to me. I am real and skin and bone and alive and ready for every day I have.

And for that, grudgingly, I guess I owe Waterloo a thank you.

Thank you, Waterloo. Thank you for making me who I am. Thank you for ripping me to shreds and making me build myself back up in the end. Thank you for setting me on fire, because I used that fire to fight for everything I have ever earned. Thank you for trying so hard to destroy my innocence, so much so that I held on with fingers and nails just to keep it safe. Thank you for showing me the most brutal realities I could stomach and in turn showing me I could survive. Thank you for every example of what parents are not supposed to do so I never do them to my own children. Thank you for an education in ambivalence.

Thank you for the gift of never giving up.

When I think of Waterloo, I think of the tiny little victories I achieved as well.

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