Have you ever had your back against a rock while staring at a hard place? It’s an uncomfortable place isn’t it? It’s a place with few options. And the options you do have are unattractive. Have you ever anxiously worked to find a new job after leaving (or being forced to leave) an old job. The waiting is painful. Days, weeks, and months can pass without results. You become stuck. Not wanting to retu
The ruptured blisters on my feet made it painful to walk on the scorching pavement of the Orlando city streets. The blazing sun and humidity of summer stole my breath and sapped what little energy I had left. My stomach ached from the hunger pains of not eating a solid meal in weeks. The bounty of fat I once carried was gone, exposing my ribs. Parasites lived on my flesh. The open sores from their bites hurt my skin.
I’d listen to a few songs from a clunky 8-track tape player while thumbing through a stack of 12″ vinyl records. I’d choose an album and queue it up on a turntable. I also had a double cassette deck to work with. I was a rock-n-roll deejay, in my older brother’s bedroom. I was 10. I could spend half a day in Andy’s room listening to his current American Rock (now considered Classic Rock.