I might end up with a creative non-fiction book. Or a screenplay. Or a performance art piece. And I don't know what it's going to look like on the way. I'm taking old journals, small scraps of paper, and Frisbie history. It's about my "slow descent into alcoholism" and manic-depression. It's about music. It's about love lost. Let's go for a ride.
I'm writing, recording, documenting and getting the word out. I'm keeping up with the latest and remembering the greatest. I've got a nose for news and a head for detail. And it's all going down at 80 w.p.m.
