"I must have been around 39 or so when I finished my last book. Even now looking back I can still remember the moment I swirled the end of my signature onto the last page. I was happy with what I had written and I knew that I had told the story of my life up until that point with as much honesty as I could. It may have not been true, but it’s how I truly remember it so that’s how it was written. I will try to do the same now. My how things have changed…"

OOC: Considering thats all I got so far, I hope your right. lol

Anyway, The Rockers were not to last much longer after our marriage, we had been recording some songs that we pretty much knew would end up being our last recordings together for sometime…if not forever. I wasn’t sure why I wanted to end The Rockers after so much time together but I knew that I wanted something different than what I was going through. We had struggled to get a decent review for so much of our lives that after we had achieved that I was ready to move on to another goal for a new day. I didn’t know it then but I was in for something special because I was about to meet the most important man to ever grace my life. Jack Jameson.

But I mustn’t get ahead of myself here. Let me finish the tail of The Rockers first. We had been in the studio trying to make music that meant something to us but I still don’t feel those last records were the best of ours. Critics say otherwise thankfully. I say records because there was more than one. We made three final records called “The End – Parts One through Three.” My favorite was the third because it was the one I most felt a connection with. That was something else I had been searching for throughout my life. We were in the studio for a long time reworking things but the last day stood out especially, and for obvious reasons.

My brother Joey and I started The Rockers when we were just kids and that is still the only thing I miss. Playing with Joey on bass was the best part of playing at all. We had a musical connection like nothing else. He made me remember why I started playing music in the first place and that was to have fun with life. I had lost myself in finding meanings behind things and trying to impress others and I needed to remember that it was supposed to be for the music and the enjoyment of said music. I played harder that last day of recording than I think I ever had before. When the album came out I was relieved but sadder than ever. Joey and I went our separate ways after that and we never really were as close as we were in the Rockers days. Going separate ways with my friends Randy and Gary was hard too but not like losing Joey.

Now I can move forward with the story of Jack Jameson. Jack and I became friends by a complete farce of a meeting and a strange abundance of communication about things that didn’t matter and a lack of things that did. I met Jack on the side of a dirty street while he was being beat down by some punks. He lay on the ground bleeding and sweating but he never let go of his broken bottle of whiskey which he had apparently been fighting for. It was in a way a symbol of what I could have become if I had not met Stephanie; Sixty something years old and still fighting for the Devils side. I asked Jack to get in my car and we went back to my house. I know now that it was a ridiculous idea because I only knew him as a bum who just got his ass kicked. Still, moments like those are proof God has good intentions for all if we give him the chance to work his magic. So we arrived at my house and he fell asleep. But he woke Stephanie up first, and that is when I got myself lectured on. It still makes me laugh knowing what happened after the fact.

Edited by user 05 September 2010 19:17:15(UTC)  | Reason: Not specified