Who, me? Oh. Well what do you want to know? How do you want to know it? I could list off interests ad nauseum. I could express myself instead. I'm pretty good at expression . But in the end, what really defines me? You? No, you certainly do not. The best you've got on me is a schematic, a weather map, a working title. Hell, if you were in a dictionary, what would it say?
The cliches of life are fun to watch and experience. Maybe this is the definition of "drama." When situations get so soapy that you feel as thought someone must have written them out to be performed on stage.
One final thought. Sometimes things change. Sometimes they don't. The ability to predict the difference has saved my life.
This is my band.
