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Already made all my goals...
37 Years old and I really do not have to work anymore so the fuck with goals I am sick of them I done the rat race far enough and fed up with the pretentious life of who is all so important or what the fuck ever. I really dont give two shits anymore.
Fuck the Mansion and yacht with a Rolex, its not me anyways, never was...
It all fucking fake and not what makes a man nor defines him in any fasion.
Besides, I put in enough of my time not to worry anymore.
I prefer fucked up broken in jeans, dark glasses with a torn shirt.
However...
1: If I could only perfect Zakk Wyld's Farewell Ballad on my Les Paul...
That would be an accomplishment.
2: Figuring Joe Satriani's "Love Thing" is also quite a challenge.
I am playing almost 5 hours a day now and about where I was when I was 20 years old on the guitar. Since partially being out of this industry I have had alot of time to reflect and refine myself.
My only regret in life is not trying harder in Los Angeles on the music scene...
All that I thought it was, was false anyways... Nothing but doper's and rich peoples doper children playing a guitar like its a fucken drum.
Die LA. Die.
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