Yes, of course that's true but you know, the irony of all that is that before the accident, I'd pretty much lost interest in playing drums.

I've gotten to saying that the irony is pretty thick around here.

The cave floor rumbled. A large stone emerged from the dirt-a smooth, oval rock exactly the same size and weight as a baby god... She wrapped the stone in swaddling clothes and gave the real baby Zeus to the nymphs to take care of... She marched right up to King Cannibal and shouted, "This is the best baby yet! A fine little boy named, uh, Rocky!

With some of my previous relationships, they never really felt right even from the beginning but I persevered with them.

Some people say that practice makes perfect but I just feel that the repetition works against me and I start thinking too far ahead during a show.

Chasing the sensation. Whether it was drugs or sex or whatever. Those things had become my main focus in life.