August 22, 2001
Blood stains from credibility lost

My hard work and dedication will not be remembered. No one will dedicate a studio in my name, nor will a street or building carry my name. If it should take place… someone is telling a lie. I pay the price everyday! I bleed the pain that most people claim doesn’t exist, yet none of these people have ever tried to walk ten miles in my shoes. I’m a sacrificed lamb given to the radio Gods. Without me, people can’t eat, nor will they venture into a world to achieve higher success. Once attained, the lamb is forgotten; his ashes become part of the soil they walk on.