Oh, Jeez...now you've gone and done it. You've made me stop and realize that I'm almost 50, making a stinking 40k a year, living with a woman who alternately thinks I'm the laziest, stupidest male ever, then telling me how great I am and how much she loves me. I have a handicapped son, four broken down cars, a heart bypass and an ileostomy, I'm losing my hair, fighting diabetes, and have the attention span of a speck of dust. I've got $5.75 in the bank right now and I'm about to own two houses.

Now I wish I hadn't sold my goddamn pistol when I was even more broke. :neutral:

What I really wanted was to be a lumberjack...leaping from tree to tree...

If you woke up one day and realized that you hadn't touched a musical instrument in 20 years, or even been exposed to any new music during that time, wouldn't that crush you just a little bit?

Probably, but like I said, I just do. It's hard to see where you're going if you're looking back over your shoulder; it's hard to see where you're going if you're looking too far ahead. I live for the now and for, oh, about a year or two into the future at most.

Are you stalking me?

Why is it that when it "rains it pours"? Not literally, but figuratively. Is it perception that makes me feel this way, or is my life actually pouring all of it's bullshit onto my head hoping that I'll tread water long enough to breathe?