fleeting success feels like sitting in the eye of a hurricane; your sitting there, watching the clouds swirl around you in a flurry of action and turbulance while your sitting in quiet solitude waiting for the cyclone to hit you. the storm should be raging but it just spins around me, leaving me feeling cold and wet.
i'm not the best song writer, but i still write some baddass music. i'm not the most preficiant guitarist out there, but i play my heart out at any opportunity. getting attention for being the loudest, the fastest, or the most flashy isn't my scene, and i'm not going to sell my soul to make a buck, that's real prostotution.
all i want is to be able to support myself and my family, i don't want or need millions, i just want to live and be able to do what i have to do, what i love, music. i know the storm will hit, and i will be ready when it does, but just sitting, waiting is a vortex of frustration.

patrick.

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