As a kid,'80, I was fat and uncomfortable so I searched to feel opposite. That included the consumption of any mind/mood altering substances I could get my hands on. It worked at the time,'82,but would lead to self destruction later in life. On the journey to becomfortably numb, I discovered the excitement of having a guitar in my hands. Dad was a lead player on the weekends, a guitar was always around,'84. My playing progressed quickly and I found a passion for music.'86. Randall, Jon, Jeff, Eric, Ted, Jay, Steve, Billy, Kevin, Andy,'88, and many more had inspired me to be better,90's, and were my friends. Unhealthy influences in my life,00's, aided me to neglect those friendships, which I regret to the end. '10, 5yrs in prison for heroin and was finally free to be sober and comfortable,'15. Bought some equipment, rekindled the passion, propped up my phone and captured this very poor quality recording, sorry you'll need to up the volume. It's not perfect but its my gift of passion.