Music

If it weren't for music, I'd probably be wealthy, healthy, and wise.

I had the pleasure/misfortune of growing up listening to hair metal bands when they were at the peak of their hairy madness. Like most traumatic events, it took a little while to recover from the ill-effects of multiple Iron Maiden, Metallica, and yes, Motley Crue concerts. Guitar was my drug of choice, and still is. Soma Holiday was the vehicle by which I reached for the skies. Of course never trust cheap wings ordered on the internet. I learned (the hard way - in some ways) that the inevitable heat that the kitchen generated would result in a long tumble down to solid ground.

Cutting my hair, taking out my earrings, and putting on glasses allowed me to settle into a "Clark Kent," type role, which is probably better for all of us. Let's just say the cops don't automatically pull me out of the car and search me anymore. Though that statement might be a little premature based on the current political 'climate,' and the general love for brownskins these days.

Here, gentle reader, you will find the remnants of one of the greatest rock bands to ever come out of Johns Hopkins University. (Stop laughing in the back and pay attention)

Also, every now and then something inspires me to bust out the Fender strat, and crank the Marshall. Maybe I'll share that with you too.