I almost wish I could go back to Detroit. Maybe I will find a way back there hell I made it here not knowing a Damn soul. Detroit could be easier. I just love Dallas so much but after all this time I'm left w only letters behind my name that I guess don't mean Jack squat. Nobody to call my best friend except roxann and Abe who naturally have nothing but nice things to say about the other. The problem is me. I know this. The remedy is change. It's happening. Is it too late? Never. Will I always be alone? Of course. If I only had my drums.