03 11 / 2012

I wish I had half the steel as this kid.

I wish I had half the steel as this kid.

30 10 / 2012

This is me.

I’m afraid to show it to you but I would be a hypocrite if I didn’t.

In 1983, I competed in the International Juggler’s Association, Junior Competition.

I was 15 and awkward, a sophomore in high school.

I didn’t have a lot of friends but I had a passion. That summer I practiced three hours a day in my front yard, in the Texas heat, to prepare.

I came in fourth and soon after dropped juggling. I picked up a bass guitar and from that, a girlfriend.

Part of me wants to forget these four minutes happened. That I, as one friend put it, “did high school wrong.”

But this is me, onstage and fearless.

A rare occasion indeed.

24 10 / 2012

"I am not an asset; I am a human being. I am not a painting hung on a wall; I am not a part of a chess set. I am not a piece of meat to be ‘traded’ for other pieces of meat. I am not a child playing with blocks. This isn’t a game. It’s my life."


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