I am the comeback kid

Walking up the basement stairs after performing along with some radio famous band I can hear the crowd roaring. In reality Im 12 years old and it’s a growing hay field swaying in the summer wind like a massive festival crowd. I knew what that was, i had watched my Dad’s band play the first 9 years of a large country festival in our “hometown” and had heard the chants “swamp, swamp, swamp” as they walked on stage. This was my future, was it not?

Fast forward.

Trap houses are the entrance to a world beneath. Why am I here?

16 years of wild uncontrollable drug and alcohol use almost had come to end with a lethal dose. I woke up and I changed that day.

I’ve never written any of this out so it’s interesting trying to paraphrase something so.. Large.

I will forever and ever be the comeback kid

Dylan Ireland jan12 2025