In 1964 something totally unexpected happened. I got a job I enjoyed.
The birth of a doubt that was once your belief is drowning in the tears that you cry.
I hated school. Hated it.
I have no faith in my ability to judge things.
I can see thru mountains watch me disappear, I can even touch the sky. Swallowing the colors of the sounds I hear, am I just a crazy guy? You bet.
I can't do anything in moderation.