I was as I recall, thirteen and having a very hard time at school. I took refuge in my guitar, my band, and the hope that one day I d be able to own my own bike, and wear a leather jacket just like Marlon Brando. I d smoke a cigarette, dangling it carelessly from my sneering lips and snarl cool lines at the gorgeous girl sitting adoringly behind me on my huge motorcycle. Now, I get to do those things that I dreamed about, and I have to say that I love them as much and more than I envisioned as a young man. So, live your lust folks.
Life is short, live it well.
Wander, discover, and learn. Respect the fact that others live here, and maybe this way we can make up, in part, for the evil our forefathers committed in years past using Manifest Destiny as a justification for genocide.