It’s my birthday. So I thought I’d take a moment to reflect a bit. I have been alive for 26 years. I’ve done some shit along the way. I have actually done some pretty cool shit when I think about it. I haven’t had any schooling past high school, and while I sometimes look back and think “Hey, maybe I should’ve done the whole college/married/kids/house thing,” I’m kinda glad I didn’t. Sure, I don’t have a fancy, high end career (in fact, right now I don’t have a job at all), but I am for all intents and purposes content with every choice I’ve made. I chose to play music, and I’ve lost the “rock star” dream I had when I was 11, but I have done something far more important than become rich and famous, which is follow my heart wherever it takes me and along the journey, I’ve actually inspired other people to do something amazing. I don’t think that anything I’ve done musically is epically groundbreaking, but the fact that people liked my band(s) at all is something that not everyone gets to experience. I’ve been on quite a few rad tours, met some seriously amazing people, played with some of my favorite bands, and even played in Japan. I moved to Seattle and broke the small-town curse I thought I’d be stuck with forever. I have loved and been loved. I have AMAZING friends. Of course, I have done some things I look back on with regret. Mostly the fucking savage car accident I caused (that almost killed 5 people), and all the things I did/didn’t do in past relationships, but I’m pretty ok at understanding that the past is done. Too late, brah. Suck it up. All in all, I wouldn’t trade ANY moment in my life for anything, because they’ve shaped me into who I am today. And love me or hate me, I’m happy being me…