How can life change so swiftly? How can what what we had planned and driven toward get so quickly shaken?
I. Am. Shaken.
I don't have the liberty to freely and openly talk about what is so crapped out.... but I can say that I could write a thousand songs based on the curve ball I got tossed.
I should have stuck with guitar lessons. And taken vocal lessons. At this point, my rear could be sitting at the Blue Bird Cafe attracting a mass of would-be song buyers based on what I could write about.
The Past Two Weeks
3 months ago