Honesty Is Such A Lonely Word. Everyone

They Are Sharing A Drink Called Loneliness.

Most People You'd Tell "i'm Gonna Be A Musician," They'd Say, "you're Crazy, You're Gonna Starve, You're Gonna Be Poor, A Drug Addict, Go To Jail, You'll Never Make It, There's Too Much Competition, It's A Terrible Business," Etc. But My Chorus Teacher In High School Said, "you've Got What It Takes To Be A Really Good Professional Musician, You Should Consider It." That Was An Epiphany For Me. So I Thought, Well, Maybe I Can Help Somebody, Too.

There's Always A Place For The Angry Young Man With His Fist In The Air And His Head In The Sand. He's Never Been Able To Learn From Mistakes, He Can't Understand Why His Heart Always Breaks.

I Don't Care What Consequence It Brings, I Have Been A Fool For Lesser Things.

I Hope It Does Not Take The Rest Of My Life Until I Find What It Is I've Been Looking For.