I wasn’t a pleasure to deal with. Pretty much a stick in the mud. I was good if you needed a shot to the back or a friend in the sack. I had some issues to deal with. I was too young, no fun. Well I was trying to get my kicks but I was stuck in the sticks. Relationship didn’t work out so I moved myself up the road. And moved in with a friend of mine in an apartment in Chicago. Ran out of money so I was working the door at the club. It feels like a minute ago when I was living in Chicago. All the boys and all their stereos. My roommate he played the drums. His brother a guitar hero’s son. We were good if you had a riff to rock or a van that locked. We played some shows on the road. We did some shows in the cold. It was right. Well it was something to do and it changed my life. The band just didn’t work out so I moved myself down the road. Was sitting in an airplane looking down on Chicago. And landed in another world to live with the perfect girl. It feels like a minute ago when I was living in Chicago.