...stress, my friends, is not something you want to taunt or tease. For, it will bite with all the fury of hell if you let it build. I am a man without a plan. I've ventured off into the unknown without a map or breadcrumbs to leave to find my way home. I have become one of the doomed. Yes, yes, it's quite true... quite true.
I'm staring down the barrel of a dwindling bank account. And it ain't pretty, kids. Uncle Galaxy might just crack by the month's end if a light doesn't show itself at the end of the tunnel.
There's a lesson to be learned here. Never let yourself get trapped in a career you absolutely despise. Before you know it, the weeks turn into months, and months to years. Where are the skills that will get you that nice job now? They are gone with the wind, my friends.
I've always envied the people who knew, right out of high school, what they wanted to do with their lives. They threw themselves into a career that they love and have no regrets. Then there are those of us who still float around, eight years after graduation, wondering what the fuck they are doing.
I need to hop into the WayBack Machine and take a little trip to '92 all the world was in front of me then. I need to have a talk with that fragile little me that was trying to figure out high school then and make sure he understands that turning his back on his instincts is foolish. He knew what he needed to do. But he decided to go knocking on another door instead. Fat lot of good that did him.
If nothing else, while I'm there in that long gone moment of time, at least I'll be able to see a band in its prime
I'm staring down the barrel of a dwindling bank account. And it ain't pretty, kids. Uncle Galaxy might just crack by the month's end if a light doesn't show itself at the end of the tunnel.
There's a lesson to be learned here. Never let yourself get trapped in a career you absolutely despise. Before you know it, the weeks turn into months, and months to years. Where are the skills that will get you that nice job now? They are gone with the wind, my friends.
I've always envied the people who knew, right out of high school, what they wanted to do with their lives. They threw themselves into a career that they love and have no regrets. Then there are those of us who still float around, eight years after graduation, wondering what the fuck they are doing.
I need to hop into the WayBack Machine and take a little trip to '92 all the world was in front of me then. I need to have a talk with that fragile little me that was trying to figure out high school then and make sure he understands that turning his back on his instincts is foolish. He knew what he needed to do. But he decided to go knocking on another door instead. Fat lot of good that did him.
If nothing else, while I'm there in that long gone moment of time, at least I'll be able to see a band in its prime