I have all these voices in my head telling me to do this, to do that. So many things to accomplish, but they contradict each other. Going uphill slow, then crashing and tumbling downhill.
Depressing.
The last thing I need is another book, another opinion because that’s rarely what I want to read.
(Edited add-on): So I was Googling Transformers Cybertron Downshift to find out which muscle car he most looked like, when I stumbled upon the coolest mother, ever. She played bass, listened to proto-punk and drove muscle cars. And her son got a Fender for his birthday!
i here ya…
hey hang in there boy..
"Hold on tight to your sushi and seat belt
Hey, thanks for the link. Just to clarify, I didn’t play bass – those punk band stories are as told to me by someone else.