The Path Of Loyalty
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Insane Clown Posse shock parents around the world with there open fires, chain saws and faygo. In my youth I listen to and went to ICP concerts, but ICP wasn’t the one that taught any lesson to live by. Actually I never really listened much to the lyrics. I was young, I didn’t care much about anything and I didn’t have any friends. Until I met three people at three different point in my life. All three happen to like ICP and we all eventually became friends with each other. We went to concerts, the mall, ICP inspired parties, and LAN parties. If you don’t know what a LAN party is, I will help you. It is when a group of people get together with their computers and play video games until your mom calls you the next afternoon wondering if your ever coming home. If it wasn’t for these three people I would have never learn when I did about friendship, loyalty, and to be yourself.
My friends helped me to learn who I was. That it isn’t important if you can afford the clothes of the month. All my cloths came from my older brothers. I remember distinctly several times when my parents talk about foreclosure and possibly living in a van, and multiple times a year when there wasn’t any water, gas, or electricity, If not all three. I tried to fit in where ever I could, It never worked. My friends helped me learn who I was. Ralph Ellison said it best on quotegarden.com, “All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was.Ð I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory.Ð I was naДЇve.Ð I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer.Ð It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with:Ð that I am nobody but myself.”(Ralph) This is what allow the bond to be as stong as it was. They acceoted me for who I was not matter how disfortunate my life was. they taught me to learn who you are before you can befriend another.
Until high school I was loner. I would wonder around the school yard playing in the digging up the dirt. I would imagine that I was an egyptologist digging up old artifacts or an ancient pharaohs. That was fun at times but no as much as it would of been if I had a friend. High school, that is where everything change. It was the segway that allowed me to learn friendship.
Today was the day I was going to my first ICP concert. Face painted sitting in the car chanting lyrics while my father drove us to the concert. I didn’t care I was going to the concert. I just cared that I had friends to go with. Years prior to this I was an outcast, but if it wasn’t for the philosophy of ICP to bring together other outcast. Now we are at the concert jumping around waiting for Silent J to soak us with the next bottle of Faygo. An article on enterainmates.com said, “Like armor, good friends make us almost invincible, capable of warding off the blows life occasionally deals us.”(Friendship) Thats what I felt it allowed me to stand up and feal good about my self. It wasn’t that there was something wrong with. I just didn’t meet the right people to help me know what a friend was and was about to teach another life lesson.
Several years went by and then there was only