As Danny Bonnaduce once said, "Talent and a dollar will get you a cup of coffee in L.A.."
If you were doing that in the early 90s we may have crossed paths. I was in a rock band that did some regional touring and got into a few magazines. For all the good it did us.
I suppose I am 'giving up' but the truth is I am just done with everything and even attempting to do any of the things I used to do just hurts. It just reminds me that I was filled with lies and let loose upon a world that was already stacked against me. But thanks for the kind words. I did enjoy doing it. But, enjoying something does not feed anyone. I love performing. But, it will not help me when I have my next surgery.
I did not make this nation obsessed with making money over its own humanity nor did I make that the defining criteria of survival in said nation. But here we are. Those like myself, we are just fodder for the rich. Since I have no desire to be rich and therefore am not fawning over them as other are, I am worse than useless in their eyes and thanks to their influence, the eyes of society in general. And, they control it all. So, what do I do now? It is like I landed in the wrong dimension at birth.
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