I'm in the process of writing a short book. Its about my experience last year. The most fucked up part is that its all completely true. Some Highlights:
I moved from New York City to Kentucky to Los Angeles. My wife divorced me, I got hit by a car and broke my arm, my house flooded, I struggled with addiction, I threw a guitar at a drumset onstage, a friend died, my dog got killed by a car, I recorded THREE whole albums of completely original material, I got tattoos. I made love with lots of beautiful women, I climbed mountains, I saw the dalai lama, I drove / flew / boated ALL over the united states, I traveled to Spain with my brother and to Ireland and France with my family. I played / saw countless shows and made tons of new friends. I out-drank, out-smoked and out-ran anyone in a 5 mile radius.
And I did it all without giving a single fuck.
Next year: rock stardom. Go buy my new record when it comes out.
Also, I shaved my beard off. Sorry ladies.