One of those days, but now wine stops me, my mood, tells me to see my writing and what I’m doing as more than music, more than a set of scenes. MY atoms are circling and intersecting in every way it can be. On some Road, and away from any of this negativity, any of this what I feel at my age. Mom says I think too much about my age and she’s right. I need live just now, in the Now, in the Now of it all. Can hear my audience call to me to say something, to teach them from my struggles and how I survived what I did to talk to them, right then and there.