What's to say about a guy like me? I suppose in the end it will be for a much higher power to decide that you or I bub. I was once a normal guy pretty much like anyone else but somehow along the way things shifted. . .something changed. . .I was powerless to be anything other than a slave . . a servant . . .a dog to be kicked.
Still yet, somehow, things still began to form in the back of my mind. Bits and pieces. . .snippets at best . . .but they were there. Pieces of my humanity still remained. I was sure of it. With my home computer I sought to draw these pieces out. Bass at first . . .mechanical drums. The pieces began to form but there had to be more. I bought a second hand guitar, then another, and another . . .I even began to learn to play them. I used some Uke here and there along side of a Kazooka. Yes I was still in there.