The People Who Were Learning From Me

Nihilism Is Best Done By Professionals.

I Was Who I Was In High School In Accordance With The Rules Of Conduct For A Normal Person, Like Obeying Your Mom And Dad. Then I Got Out Of High School And Moved Out Of The House, And I Just Started, For Lack Of A Better Term, Running Free.

Punk Rock Is A Word Used By Dilettantes And Heartless Manipulators About Music That Takes Up The Energies, The Bodies, The Hearts, The Souls, The Time And The Minds Of Young Men Who Give Everything They Have To It.

I Am The Passenger, I Stay Under Glass. I Look Through My Window So Bright, I See The Stars Come Out Tonight. I See The Bright And Hollow Sky, Over The City's Ripped Backsides And Everything Looks Good Tonight.

The Problem Being: For Years I Was Struggling - First To Prove That I Had Any Talent, Then To Create Some Skills And Finally To Fulfil It Reasonably. But Then Once I Got There It Was, "ok. I Did That, But I Want To Be Happy." And That's A Whole Different Deal. It's Kind Of Like A Dance. Being Active Seems To Help. I'm 70, So Sometimes A Little Voice Is Going, "just Take It Easy".