One jug of Wine; first excerpt

Change is good. Change is always good. Music is the pursuit of my life; it blossomed in me when I was younger. It happened when my town still had kids that cared about their culture, not the drugs. The drugs scared all the good kids and the artists away. Or they fed off them. Because it is naive to think that it’s any different than that. Even still, I have friends with some beautiful voices. I could get lost in their words. Sometimes when I listen to music something deep inside engages me. It’s visceral, and I love it.

I’ve got friends and they say I have talent. I try to give them love because they tell me I have an honest face. But it gets hard. People get pulled so many different ways; jumping from one town to another, laying down roots just to rip them back out, meeting friends just to find new strangers, leaving people just to find more questions. It’s all a blur. Life was cumbersome, a heavy cloud, thick around my head. The only thing that brought clarity was running.

Sometimes that's a good choice though. We won't always have time to enjoy what we love. And if ever get the chance to find myself somewhere else exotic like that one timeless summer; Alive in the bliss of my distortion and just whatever was running through me, I will be complete, because for those two four months I truly did not care.

That was just the beginning.