I'm sitting at a bar, reeling at the FACT that I have accidentally become the man my mother divorced. I'm a selfish, egomaniac driven by power and money. Lord, I'm trying to remember to pray.
And when I think about music, it reminds me of failed expectation. In my mind, the ends justify my meanness. I see people as obstacles generally. And THAT bothers me that it doesn't bother me.
I nuture a healthy mistrust of others in an attempt to stay healthy.
