Sure is strange

The road days: my road band hanging on the wall behind me.

Sure is strange going through these old journals of mine... shadows of who I once was... those years, who I was then, hidden by masks... kind of puts some things in perspective. I haven't thought about most of this stuff in years, in fact, some of it, now I don't even remember. Now if I can only make some interesting fiction out of some of this.


This is why the writing never stops....