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Crippling Lack Vol 2 |
It was a very rainy day in St. Louis and I was driving home from the real world and back into my own world.
In reality, I'm as much of a writer as many of my good friends are musicians, we do it because of the love of it and not because we're being paid oodles of money. Incidentally, I make more money playing music than writing...which is really wrong.
But during that overlong rush hour commute from the outer suburbs back to my urban home, I looked around at what surrounded me.
Far from being the only driver on the highways that day, my car was the coffin that Patrick Swayze's Bodhi talked about in Point Break. My whole self at that moment was simply focused on getting home and fighting the traffic. How is that living? Thankfully....