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Posts like yours break my heart. At 15 I was chasing girls, playing sports, smoking pot, listening to the music of the 60’s, and causing a wee bit of good-natured mayhem with pals.

I knew at 8-years-old what I wanted to be……..a saxophone player. When I asked my parents to get me one, for Christmas I got a plastic toy which maybe lasted a month. The next year I went for drums and got ones with paper heads. I went back to just playing outside, which was OK. I have taught myself how to play harmonica, and am pretty damn good at it. There will be no musical career, but the satisfaction of staying with it, and improving, finally becoming a player I view as my greatest achievement. That and being a single parent to three little ones.

I look out at today’s world and I see why you are tired. Future? What future? We who came before you have fucked things up so bad, what sort of future have we left for you? Not much of one as far as I can see. Still, each of us has a place and a purpose. I still seek mine after almost 60 years on this forsaken orb, and I guess I ain’t done yet. Hope you stick around to see how it all turns out. Hope to hear more of what is rolling around in your head.