The only way to guarantee my happiness is to put a guitar in my hands and put me on a stage. Maybe this year should be all about the music for me. It's time to start a new record and my friend, Steve Connelly, is chomping at the bit.
Believe me, I know that you're tired of me bellyaching about my broken heart and my failures at romance. Me, too! Oh, I may write about it from time to time but it's past time for me to write about fixing the world and the love that makes it all worthwhile. We're all sitting around waiting to die. Might as well do something in the meantime.
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