one day in february of 1977, a friend and i left the house we shared and drove about 45 miles to a town in the next state over to meet some people and conduct a rehearsal of a music group we were working with. keep going

worry can be your worst enemy in this process; you decide one day that you'd like to quit, but there's a little thought in the back of your mind: "this is going to be so hard; maybe i'll fail". worried you'll fail? don't be.

you're in a cold, dark, dirty prison cell. you've been here for a very long time. your jailer comes by to check on you every hour or so, except during the really late night/early morning hours when he knows you'll be sleeping. jailbreak

what you believe is true - at least for you - and nothing else really matters when you're trying to change your mind. what you believe is true

when i was younger, my oldest brother used to listen to Bob Dylan all the time. one of the songs i remember from back then is called "it ain't me, babe" - it's about people expecting more from you than you're willing — or able — to give, about people expecting you to be someone you're not, about people hoping you can give them something you can't. it's about the expectation of salvation and disappointment when it doesn't come through. it's about relationships. it's about life.

it's about me and you. it ain't me, babe