Holy Crap!!! Goodbye 20's!

Well....

My 20's are ending in mere hours, and the Dirty 30 will be here. Forever gone are the days of my youth, and my irresponsibility. I made the decision to be an adult about 3 years ago when the rockstar-death-age hit me (Hendrix, Joplin, Cobain all dead at 27) and I hadn't put out an album or gone on tour. I got a real job, got married, had a baby; and now it's here. 30 years old. Holy Sh*t.

I would normally celebrate another year of hell-raising with more hell raising and drunken antics for a week or so, but I can't do that anymore. The feeling of my infant daughter pseudo-crawl across my back on the couch is a good reminder that i need to keep my wits about me, and set a good example. So on the eve of my thirties, my wife and I are being civilized and going to the Casa Marina for a quiet fine dining experience followed by a fine tequila at TacoLu, a Guinness at Fly's Tie, and a nightcap at the house in the backyard with some Maker's Mark and a fine Cigar. 3 years ago, I was wasted on cheap beer dressed as a red-neck and having a theme party (White Trash Trailer Bash)after having to beat up a friend for being too drunk and belligerent. What is a white trash party without a fight, right?

SO, I'm turning thirty, and I'm being refined. I suppose i should be depressed my younger days are passing, but I really don't feel any different. I didn't cross a lot of things of THE LIST of things to do before I have to grow up, but all the things I have a accomplished in the last decade speak for themselves. I joined the Navy, saw a large portion of the world, love and lost, and loved and continue to love the Mother of my child(ren). I played a lot of shows, and made some pretty good music, but i didn't play the game well enough to call it a career. I was never willing to be a complete bum to be a rockstar. I will still continue to record and play music, and my daughter already loves music and "jams out" with me.



So tip your glass in honor of my twenties, and may the mistakes I made in the last decade give way to triumphs in the future. Tip your glass again for luck in the coming ten years so in my 40's I can coast, and in my 50's I can take care of my children's future so they don't make the same mistakes I did, and they can be happy to make the mistakes they make on their own, and have their father to pick them back up when they fall.

My 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's are for telling stories about my 20's and 30's. If I live longer than that... well that's when I can start raising hell again, and blame it on old age. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go be old and have a Bourbon on the rocks with a nice cigar.