I'd applied to Home Depot (no surprise they didn't contact me). I was going to try that before I got back into Music publishing (my only "marketable" skill at at time). Since I've been gone from my "good gig", I've gotten more satisfaction outta selling a T-shirt to a guy who loves the band he's hearing in front of him than from getting a song recorded by a "big star".
Why? Who the fuck knows. A good friend of mine told me recently that "he wants to be me when when he never grows up". It hurt my feelings a little at the time but made me feel good in small way. Cheers to immaturity and hope you'll enjoy my pleasures from here and abroad.

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