As a born in JW my outlet was always music. My parents let me do piano lessons (from another sister) and when I was 14 I lobbied hard enough for a guitar. I formed a decent punk/emo type in high school behind my parents back. I had to move with them 1000 miles two weeks after high school and I pulled my fade then. Got into drugs and drinking, always justified it b/c I was a musician. Around 22 I was really into drugs and I actually was leading a cooll band that was getting some cred, but my drug use was getting in the way. I met a really cool girl the same time the band was breaking up and I fell in love. After a year I sold all my guitars, figured it was time to become a man and try and support a home. I never could, she always made more than me, I was jealous, her mom played our issues against the other and I was not mature it didn't work out.
So 10 years ago, I am alone, no band, no girl, no drugs, and I get into meth...ice... really bad shit. I need a job, so I take a job at a collection agency even though I feel like I am selling my soul. Over the years I battle with being in collections and finally I just resign myself to that is who I am and what I am good at.... I dunno... I got a loan almost a year ago to start my own agency... been doing ok... but deep in my heart...... I hate all of this. I hate what I have become.... I have what I have to do to survive...... I hate it all...... I haven't touched a guitar in about 4 years... but that doesn't mean I don't think about making music and wondering if I made the wrong choice way back....
I am 34, unmarried, no kids, and I think I made the wrong choice 10 years ago. I gave up and wussed out when I should have stayed with my music. I am ambitious and I think I have tried to be a sucess in business to make my parents or others happy. I really don't give a shit. I hate caring about money, because I don't. Did I make a huge mistake? Should I just walk away from this mess, buy a cheap guitar, wait tables and do what I know I was put here to do? I have no business owning a collection agency, I am the least materialistic guy in the world.
I have been listening to The Gas Light Anthems alot... maybe I relate to those guys. If they can not give a fuck then so can I right? What did I do?