It is the fight alone that pleases us, not the victory.
Public appearances are a headache. I hold mine down to a minimum.
I was very lucky. Things happened, both bad and good, but I never got into real, deep trouble. But it wore me down. By the time I was 18, I was done. I didn't want to live the life any more. I needed to develop past the point that busking takes you to.
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