My idols are dead, and my enemies are in power.
Sometimes I get stuck in the past, processing a mountain one handful at a time.
But when I fuck right off to my little mountain, and process it one handful/shovelful/bucketful at a time, there's only peace.
There will come a time in your life when you will ask yourself a series of questions:
Am I happy with who I am?
Am I happy with the people around me?
Am I happy with what I'm doing?
Am I happy with the way my life is going?
Do I have a life, or am I just living?
Do not let these questions restrain or trouble you.
Just point yourself in the direction of your dreams.
Find your strength in the sound and make your transition.
I was the fifth man, rear backseat-middle of the uparmored Land Cruiser. My job was to look where nobody else was looking, unless for some very bad reason I had to feed magazines to everyone else, or climb over a dead guy and take his…