Goodbye My Friend Its Hard To Die

So once again I've gone on another hiatus. I made it through spring training in one piece. I still have all my clients I kinda have my health and I have a girlfriend. All good things. For the vast majority of my life Ive had my career in order and my personal life in shambles yet for the first time in forever its the opposite which is nice but eventually I would love for both to be on the same level. Obviously I made it a point to write again today because it is the 18th anniversary of the discovery of Kurt Cobains body in the greenhouse in his Seattle home. Kurt shot himself april 5th 1994 but was not found until three days later. Ive posted every year on 4/5 or 4/8 to talk about kurt but Ill be very brief. The older I get the further removed I become from my childhood and the further removed I become from those early days of finding Nirvana. Kurt Cobain and his music put my life on a path that I never would have found had it not been for him. It was okay to be different it was okay to ask questions and it was okay not to fall in line. Being different was cool and from the time i first saw nirvana at bayfront park in 1993 til now I have always made it a point to question everything, always be different, and always do my best to stay true to myself. I owe a lot to Nirvana and I will always lament the music Kurt never got to make. Heres to the musician that changed my life, three chords and the truth. Mahalo

J