I peaked early, I guess.
Eight years of trumpeting, ten years of pool playing, one Oprah appearance and one arrest for overdue library books later, I went back to school, and today I'm a graphic designer at a decent company. I have a kid who's hilarious but doesn't live with me. I'm finally starting to find myself not actually having to work ALL the time, and trying to remember what the hell I'm supposed to do when that happens.
I'm gonna stop there, I think, because I much prefer a back-and-forth dialogue to just rambling on about myself to no one in particular. So sack up, Nancy, and say hello. I promise my creep quotient is reassuringly mild.
Or if you prefer, there are a couple of embarrassing stories in my Journal. ***EDIT: Journals have been retired, apparently. If you want the embarrassing stories, you'll just have to ask. Sorry.