I Know Whatever My Father Did, In

We've Put Songs Out On Singles And Weird Little Packages That Only The Real Vinyl-philes Care About.

She Wasn't About To Go Down That Road Herself, Which Was A Testament To Her Spiritual Awakening And Her Commitment To Sanity. It Was A Real Blessing That She Didn't Follow Me, Because Oftentimes, People Go Out Together And One Comes Back And The Other Doesn't. Or Both Of Them Never Do.

As A Father Now, I Wouldn't Do What My Dad Did, Because It Left Me Feeling Emotionally Unstable As A Kid. But He Didn't Do The Things He Did Out Of Selfishness Or Malice.

It Didn't Matter If I Got Bitten By A Dog Or I Ripped My Pants On The Fence Post Or I Poked Myself In The Eye With A Tree Branch That I Was Crawling Over, It Was All About The Shortcut. My Whole Life I Took The Shortcut, And I Ended Up Lost.

Having A Moment Of Clarity Was One Thing; I'd Had Moments Like That Before. It Had To Be Followed With A Dedicated Push Of Daily Exercise. It's A Trite Axiom, But Practice Does Make Perfect. If You Want To Be A Strong Swimmer Or An Accomplished Musician, You Have To Practice. It's The Same With Sobriety, Though The Stakes Are Higher. If You Don't Practice Your Program Every Day, You're Putting Yourself In A Position Where You Could Fly Out Of The Orbit One More Time.