This is my daughter and me ALL THE TIME. She’s 14, so at first she rolled her eyes a lot. But i’m contagious.

Now we beat the SHIT out of the music, each of us doing our own thing but somehow it meshes. she’s finger drumming and i’m tongue clicking and improvising in the dead space.

i’m never, ever supposed to talk about it though.

it’s like Fight Club, but with air instruments instead of blood and broken teeth.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

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