My roommate helped me escape every trouble that was coming directly at me. Also conversely, I had pissed hot on US Army drug tests numerous times and gotten off. I played some venues in Deustchland and was propelled home again safely.

 It was one of the biggest highs of my entire life. Thinking about it now still brings back jackpot memories. So I was AWOL and recorded my album Ghost Lovin'. I made it through all this crap to be a home owner with a paycheck.

Being overseas as a guitarist in the hotel was bliss. Even my military police jailing was a cakewalk. I kept having visions and seeing myself mindmap a better time to come. I was going to save the country and myself.

I kept getting further and better. To this day no tattoos or criminal record really. I was on top of the world all by myself. The stakes were there and I coasted on through back to GA until home again in Fairfax County.

I was referencing albums that's shelf lives were getting close to expiring. Like Exile on Main Street from the Rolling Stones where I was still going with my manic dreams. Later hearing the term Kraut Rock. I wanted to live fully and create masterpieces, well did I?



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