Im a musician. Plain and Simple. I've been in a few bands but now doing a small side project. I sing, play guitar, drums and piano and few other things. I work for East Coast Independent booking shows and some other stuff. I hate politics. I believe in God but I dont follow the Bible. Im honest and will tell you whats up but with a dash of sarcasm or maybe I'll sugarcoat it because I dont want to make you cry. Im not mean but I can be if provoked. I look pissed off but hardly am. I smoke. I drink. Smoke some more. I would prefer to live on the beach. I hate school but consider myself to be an intelligent person. I'll look at you weird if you use a word that has more than 7 letters but Im a writer. Im 25. My birthday is August 24th. Im not gay.
Sound good?
Maybe its the air. The one thing we unknowingly desire. The invisible life that surrounds us. But we forget that nothing is clean. We become ignorant to nature. We take deep breaths of a substance that is too clear to judge.This is me. I find myself wondering why Im so ignorant to my surroundings. Why do I honestly have faith in things that are impossible? Why do i dream of things that I desire only to wake and realize that hope is just a 4 letter word? Why am I like this? How can I honestly think that after I destroy something, that I can re-build it?This is where I have to end. This is why you label me as "depressed" or "grumpy" or "angry". This is what Ive allowed myself to become. Nothing more than a boy who begs for seconds in a world of one serving.
Ed, as much as it hurts to know you're gone, it makes me smile to know that there is no more pain and that you're walking with God. I'll see you soon, my friend.
