JACKSON, lucas christopher

[lucas]

lucas christopher jackson
twenty one ,, los angeles, california ,, at point blank/lead singer ,, loud mouthed ,, travis mills
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"Who am I? I'm Lucas Jackson, baby. But you can shorten that up into Luke, if ya like. Naw, man. Call me Luke, none of this Lucas bullshit, only my mother calls me that, y'hear? Anyway, yeah. That's my name. I'm twenty one years old, actually, recently turned twenty one, over the this past spring. Yeah, totally through a wild child party, y'know what I'm saying? Yeah. Anyway, I was born and raised in Los Angeles, California. 
It started off alright, it was me, and my older brother, and we lived with my mom. We lived in an apartment until I was three. I remember my neighbors would always come to the door for rent or something, which at the time I had no idea why my mother had to pay them. I was three, so obviously I'd have no idea, right? Yeah, they were our landlord, actually. Mom worked two jobs, but they barely paid shit, so it was tough. But then my sister little sister was born, and mom attempted to work longer hours, hoping she might get more money. But we never really saw her except when she was trying to make sis stop crying at night. 
My older brother remembers everything more than I do, because he was old enough to really remember anything. I kinda remember, but it's hazy. Mom left, he left us with my grandmother, who took great care of us. We did something bad, we were most definitely punished for it. Sometimes she'd make us take the neighbor hood's trash out to the road before the garbage truck swung around. Do you know how fucking early that thing came around? Six in the fucking morning. We were up and ready to take the trash out by five. She said it was for our own good if we were punished for being bad. Of course my sister never had to do anything for quite awhile, by my grandmother would make her watch and would say 'see this? Do you wanna do this? No, you don't!' and laugh. People gave us weird looks when they noticed a eight year old and a five year old tugging everyone's garbage out to the end of the road.
But my grandmother wasn't mean, she taught us we have to really fight for what we want, or else we're getting shit nothing. We weren't allowed to watch TV unless we had our homework done, and we were finished eating dinner. There wasn't allowed TV before dinner, or else she'd never be able to drag us away long enough, or something. She still talks about it to this day, how we're never going to make it to dinner if we're glued in front of our machines all the time. 
After I was nine, mom would land in here and there. I remember how weird it was sleeping on the couch because her boyfriend kicked her out of her own house. Grammy was so mad at her, going on how she's getting nowhere and that she was so stupid to have just left us at her door, and just leave and stuff. I remember I had no idea who was at the door, because she didn't quite look like the lady I remembered. Even though back then she worked all the time, she looked more tired now, and her hair was red instead of her natural strawberry blonde colour. The only reason I knew was because my brother told me it was her. But he sort of shoved me outta the way and marched to his room and slammed the door behind him. He wasn't happy with her, he still isn't. He wouldn't even look at her for the while she was there. He didn't even say bye when she left again. 
Mom came back after four years, and my brother would always leave whenever she'd show her face. My and my sister didn't mind talking to her, we treated her like she never left, but we couldn't really remember, which is why we didn't feel so bad about it. My brother would get into fights with her, too. Not physical, they'd just yell a lot. Then he'd lock himself in his room and listen to music. Sometimes I'd be in there playing his race car games or something and he wouldn't notice at first, and I'd pause the game and look at him. He'd kick me out, but I knew he wanted to talk about it. 
She left again, and I haven't seen her since, but I don't really consider her as a mom, I mostly consider my grandmother as mom, so yeah. 
Anyway. Enough about my past. I kind of come off as an asshole, because I tend to get into shit I don't have to be in, especially if its about my friends. I always yell a lot, and tell people off, but I don't hit people, because hitting is pathetic. I just tell them in a lot of curse words how I feel about the situation. Usually it doesn't turn out so well, but whatever.
I guess I'm sort of a player. I mean, I certainly don't mean to be. I just know if someone's not the one right off the bat. Plus, sleeping around is fun, it passes time. But I mean, every guy is looking for their one and only, so of course, I am too. I'm just not blinded by a temporary love blindness thing. I give them a chance, yes, but if I don't feel right, I don't want to hurt the other person by lying the whole time. 
I'm actually a pretty decent guy. I was raised to be polite, you know, ladies first, please and thank you, sorry. All that, my grandmother made sure I was polite. I'm nice to people, fans especially, because I should be nice to them, they're making me money, right? Right. Plus, they're hearing me out through our music, and connecting with it. It's sweet. But a lot of people think I'm rude because I'm loud mouthed and I tend to say whatever, but when you're talking face to face with me I'm not that bad."





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