Is not that I hated school, but I hated my classmates. This music free me from all that machism abuse that existed around me. My corrosive character on mondays it was for the same reason, I hated to go to school because, I was useless to know how to stop been abused. And then, I took refuge in my music. Mcis was like my wall. The one that gave me strength after the blows that my teammates gave me and the mistreatment of my colleagues. It was my only escape route. I don’t remember what exactly happened at that time, I just remember having my shredded siamese dream cassette in my jacket, and the mcis disc 2 in my cassette player. I don’t remember how I get hurt, I only remember SP.