Sometimes apples do far kind of fall, it turns out.  I always
dreamed of being a rock star, like my daddy was. (Not a famous
one, unless you're from Delaware in the 80's, so don't bother
googling him). In a lot of ways, we do much the same thing, I
think. We both write things for a living, though I don't get to
write a few versus and then repeat a chorus, so I guess I win
this round. We both have pretty buff fingers, though you don't
need to trim your nails or develop callouses to type, so I guess
he wins that round. We both had to learn other languages
(music/HTML) and we both had to just embrace the fact that to do
what we love best, we had to learn to drink.   The thing that
separates the boys from the men in our situtation is 'the road'.
My dad did his very best work on when he traveled but
I...well...I suck when I travel. I take a million notes on
tissues and cocktail napkins. I write opuses in matchbooks. I
write up my arms if I have to because, like my dad, traveling
inspires me but unlike him, I don't