He stood in front of me the next big rock star…he was only sixteen…hell cut my age in half and I’m still older than him but hey I’m not bitter I mean I’ve been playing guitar with all my heart longer than he’s been alive and I never gave up the dream of original music but here he comes along playing some standard blues progressions with about as much soul as David Lee Roth and I’m stuck flying on the same plane with him except I’m working for the corporate money makers thinking about this and that bland marketing crap and wishing my heart didn’t feel like an avalanche as I think about the dream I never quite made. Maybe I should have spent less time at the office. Ah…who am I kidding…I like marketing…yeah…that’s it…marketing is my life…ah…who am I kidding.