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Haha... good catch, but I'm gonna leave it. Pretty sure I partook more than once.
I'm not sure how healthy it is to inflate your child's ego without having them do anything to earn it, let alone encouraging a lifestyle of clubbing for your sixteen-year-old son and all that comes with it.
Good times. I somehow managed to toe the line without ever spinning completely out of control.
No DUI's never OD'd never lost jobs or alienated friends or loved ones. Must have had someone looking out for me and a bit of luck...
I spent my 20's touring and playing music live and in studios. It was amazing. I played in 3 signed bands but none ever "made it".A lot of my friends lived or are still living a similar life you described. One of them became a judge at the start of this year with 34 years of age and is doing extremely well while others won't get past that bar job they are doing for the last 10 years and are somehow musicians or artists who can't pay the next rent. But weither you end behind a desk or a bar or get lucky and can live doing the stuff you love, what fucking great times we had and will still have!
I would have been perfectly happy playing for peanuts my whole life before I had a family of my own, it's one thing for me to be broke and living on ramen noodles, but I want my kids to have stability, healthy food, clean clothes, a roof over their head. Gotta grow up sometime I guess...
Naw , his dad be casting a long shadow in that department. His breeding and genetics will take him farther than most though.Well that kid's gonna grow up to be maybe the biggest douchebag of all time?
Congrats and good luck!Couldn't agree more! Since my girlfriend got pregnant i picked up university again and got me a job I can "live with". I'm still playing drums and we run some small national shows but no more partying my brains out afterwards.
Well that kid's gonna grow up to be maybe the biggest douchebag of all time?
Last time I was at Drai's I was on my bachelor party about 36 hours into an epic bender on a well balanced cocktail of hallucinogens, stimulants, opiates, weed, a little scotch, absinthe and weed.
Prime Joe Budden would slap those three undercover brother looking asses.