So, six years ago today (April 1st) I learned a lot of things...like, learning I could fly...while proving my new gift of flight I failed to realize that it did not include instructions, of how to "stick the landing". I learned pain is a very relative term/sensation. I leaned, I could no longer do what I used to, or at least the way I used to do it. I also learned that life as I had known it; up to that point; had been changed forever. Just to name a few things. Since that day...my world has been turned upside down. The physical and mental struggles have been no less than epic. Yet, still...here I still am...gimped up, but still successfully sucking air and killing it. Here's how I look at it now. I was forced into chasing my dream of being able to play guitar, by some stupid bimbo texting while driving...thanks b!tch! Naa, I can't be mad at her, really. In fact...she did me a friggin solid! How's that you ask? The event that almost pulled my card and made my life pretty sh!tty in general for a few years, also got me here, and let me tell ya, "here" is pretty [email protected]&kin awesome! I can play as much as I want, any time I want. I get up when I feel like it go to bed when I feel like it. Plus... I have the luxury of time more than ever before. So yeah, it happened, it sucked, it got better, I'm happier, I don't suck as much on guitar, and you guys are [email protected]#kin awesome! Thank you all for making this such an awesome experience from day one! I am eternally grateful to you all and just thought I would share that tid-bit. PRO TIP/FULL DISCLOSURE* Getting mangled in a motorcycle crash to chase your dreams is NOT necessary or recomended. Yeah, don't do that.