Chapter 7 - This wasn't made for you...
The more I hang out in my old early and mid-20's haunts... and the more shows I go to etc... the more I realize that certain things are BUILT for certain people... whether they are building them for a certain age and discretionary income level or for a state-of-mind... I feel as though when I look at them now... I have no attachment or love for them.
Crowded bars, clubs, concerts, small concerts (there is a difference)... I feel like these experiences all have rust on them and should be put away. They don't bring me the same kind of joy and it's not because I can't experience joy... it's the same reason that I don't look at a playground the same way I do now as I did when I was 6.
This could possibly be the last chapter... but I think I'll have on more that I can squeeze in... hell I already started writing it... the entire memoir was supposed to happen before I was 30 and I just had one of the greatest moments of my life when I proposed to my future wife and woman that I love... so.... I think I'll make that the last chapter.
Anyway - hope all is well out in the world...
B
