You know, you never really have a second chance at the first opportunity for anything. The thought of being able to make music and be in a band with my friends was so important to me at one point. It was all I could thing about.

Well, my mom took me down to Woolworths (yes I am old) and bought me my first crappy guitar. Anyone who has ever tried to learn the guitar knows that before the callouses come on your fingers- it is pure torture. I played that thing until red streaks showed up on those strings. It was so fun.

Well, me and my friends put this stupid garage band together and gave it all we got. We had couple of cruddy gigs that we put together-- mostly friends parties and stuff. If it had more than three chords in the song, we did not do so hot- but it was fun that summer.

Well- one of guys quit becuase it was getting too difficult to keep going. Then one of the other guys got his girlfriend pregnant and had to get married- so our little band was sure short lived, but I really think those were some my best days I ever lived, now that I look back on it.