When I was 23 the greatest thing happened to me. I became a father. I don't think I was a very good one because 30 odd years later neither of my kids contact me and my Grandson told me earlier this year the since his father blames me for all his problems he doesn't want a relationship with me.
Que Sera, Sera.
When my oldest was 18 months I was in a recording studio in Orange County at 2:00 AM. He was bringing me a bong and a beer.
I looked into a mirror at my 4 color long hair, my leather and leapard and I decided that I was not the father he was going to know.
I quit music.
That next year I think I had 14 jobs in 10 different fields.
The next year was just as bad.
I did get a job as a electrician. I do understands signal flow.
One day we went to MaDonalds for lunch and afterwards went bask to hanging these large ass flourescent lighting fixtures in a industrial building. One started slipping off the ladder and when I grabbed it, the metal edge cut right through my leather gloves and took the index finger of my right hand with it.
Boy Scout first aid kicked in. I came off the ladder and called to my partner. I tied a tourniquet around my wrist. Poured the soda out of my cup and threw my finger into the ice left in the cup.
He drove me to the Hospital and I watch a guy do some mirco-surgery and re-attach my finger.
I asked him if I would still be able to play piano?
He laughed and ask if I could guess how many times he had heard that?
I said "By a piano player that just cut his own finger off? One!"
He said that where I cut it there were a lot of nerves but he was trying to get about half of them. The finger would be fine but I may lose most of the feeling in it.
Now here I am 30 some years later and guess what? I am pre-diabetic. When ever I go for a check up that have to prick my finger. I smile everytime they are you are going to feel a little prick.
No I won't. And I don't.
You never know how something horrible will have a benefit later in your life.
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