![]() Shooting my neighbors, and everyone around me. My Grandma was shaking my Grandpa, who seemed to be as lifeless as the Pastor. I looked to where my grandparents had gone, but they were on the floor too, and hurt. I tried to help my sister up, but she screamed even louder as I tried to pull her up. I looked at where my family had stood, but they were all on the floor screaming. I gripped my arm, squeezing it as hard as I could, because that’s what you do when you get hurt, right? I looked down only to see blood gushing down my bicep. ![]() Those thoughts did not stop until I was screaming in pain. Why was this happening? Why here? Why us? What made him do this? Who was this man? Did someone call the police? What will happen to the pastor? And so on. My heart sunk, I froze, and a million thoughts ran through my mind. After seeing his reaction to what was happening, it finally clicked in my mind of how I was supposed to react. So I had not known that I could have done so too. All my life, he had been the perfect father, who didn’t cry, was the “man of the house”, and did not show us his emotions. I didn’t know he could be scared I didn’t know I was allowed or supposed to be scared or even show emotion. That was a side of my father I had never seen before. I glanced at my father who had thrown himself on my mother, and sister, his face filled with fear. The thing was, no one was safe, no matter how much they wanted to be. People screaming, running, and ducking for cover. “This is for you Jesus! These people will suffer just like you had to for them! Your life for theirs, and their lives for yours!” What he said next sent chills down my spine. His voice was heavy, scary and memorable. Just as my father got up and forced us to stand up too, a man yelled. Fathers picked those other children up, and pushed their entire family out of those big wooden doors that kept us all in. They all started to leave, mothers dragged their children up out of their seats, causing them to drop their Sippy cups and church books. But the people in the back of the church caught my eye before I could look up. I saw my father turn around and look up to where the noises were coming from, and so I did too. My mother must have saw it too, because she grabbed my fathers leg, and put her arm around my little sister. His grey hairs seemed to turn whiter as the seconds went by. Who was up there, and why? I looked up at the Pastor, who stood frozen. But that was a home matter.Įveryone was confused what the loud clicking noises were, since no one was allowed in the balcony anymore after some kids in my Catechism class started one of the pews on fire. If my sister was in tears because of me, so was I. There was only one other time I accidentally hit her. As I ran over to her to apologize she ran away from me and went bawling to my parents. I must have hit her and bruised her clear, pale face. My hand hit something hard, but I was too into the game to notice. One of the neighbor kids was “it” and almost got me, but I ungracefully got away by flailing my arms. I guess I was so caught up in the game that it didn’t really matter to me. I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off while being chased, not watching where I was going. When we got to church my parents were greeted by some neighbors, and my sister and I found some neighbor kids to play with before we had to go inside. Something definitely felt different about that morning. But when I walked outside to the car, the wind didn’t ruffle my golden hair, the air felt more stiff, the sun didn’t shine as bright, and the bird’s songs didn’t sound as pretty. Two years later, Watsky issued the ebullient, harmony-laden single "Welcome to the Family".The day started like any other Sunday, we woke up and went to church. The deal resulted in the autobiographical LP All You Can Do (2014), as well as X Infinity (2016), both of which peaked well within the top half of the Billboard 200. After Cardboard Castles was released in 2013, he signed with Kevin Morrow's Steel Wool label. In 2009, Watsky released a solo self-titled album, and in 2010, his vocals were lifted off the LP, remixed with popular pop tracks, and released as Guilty Pleasures. ![]() The trio released their self-titled debut album that same year. A move to Boston for college coincided with national poetry slam tours in 2007, he teamed with Daniel Riera and Max Miller-Loran - both former San Franciscans living in Boston - and launched the poetry-rap group Invisible Inc. Born George Virden Watsky in San Francisco, the teen won numerous poetry slams in the Bay Area. Like so many rappers before him, Watsky owes a bit of thanks to Def Jam founder Russell Simmons, but unlike the others, this slam-poet-turned-rapper was introduced to the world via the HBO television series Russell Simmons Presents Def Poetry.
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