It's not always easy looking back on the places I've been. If I get too far into my own head I will eventually find something that I don't care to remember.

"Chalk it up to experience," they say.

Hah! I suppose gaining experience from my experiences is the best I can do. It has been a long hard road to this point. So, where am I?

I am twenty three. I am living in Las Vegas. I am playing music every day. I share a van and a room with three other musicians. I go to bed at 5:00 in the morning. I am sitting on a sleeping bag. I feel good sometimes. I feel lost sometimes. I am exercising in the mornings. I eat one or two meals a day. I miss my family and friends. I still don't call them like I should. I am waiting for someone. I talk less than I used to. I am absorbing the sun and new people.

Yeah... so, where am I? Where I choose to be. Where have I been? Beats me. All I know is that our practice space used to look like this. shiver

Eric M.

Photo By: Eric B