I figure I'm going to go from an intermediate campfire guitarist with a listenable voice to semi-professional campfire guitarist with a listenable voice if I can keep this practicing up...and looks like I have the time.
As much as I don't like people I am amazed and even moved by how many people offer their talents up for nothing. Maybe a subscription.
I was at a biker bash just weeks before I was set to leave for BC, a guy was pushing ink in the basement and as soon as I saw the shroom it felt like kismet.
Volc, I rarely do anything hard anymore, I did more than my share and now it's time to smoke pot. I lived the life of a rock star without actually being in a band, and unlike the Rolling Stones, I know when to quit.
For me it's part of daily life.
25 years of chronic pain and painkillers meant that once the pain was gone, that was just too many years of my brain getting rewired...and that's not counting the years of partying...pot keeps me level and keeps my wife happy...as in me being happy is better for her life lol.
Anti-depression meds are, IMO, a dangerous road, this works for me.