thunderbolts

Sometimes it seems like just days, weeks or months ago that I was a dirty street punk with nothing to my name but art, music and my leather jacket. I never thought I would live to see 30 and I most certainly never imagined I would see my 40s but here I am with all of the comforts and conveniences a person could want, an awesome job that I still love after close to 20 years, good health and friends who know and understand me. But i have to admit, at times I do miss the random chaos and day to day survival of those days, never knowing or caring what tomorrow would bring. I suspect that if everything came crashing down, I would not only survive but I would thrive.


Just a though born of boredom no doubt, best to appreciate what we have I think.