I still remember our first show, and I still can"t believe that it was over ten years ago. Looking at old flyers and photographs, reflecting on all the time that's passed. Start to forget each name and face, every show and every place. I"m growing tired, and growing old. It pays off one day I've been told. And I'll never forget, a decade that came and went, making noise with my best friends, I'd do it all over again. But I have been broke for so long, going from job to job and living week to week. Ignoring my health and bank account being empty. I"m not feeling worthless and not feeling weak. And I wouldn't trade that for anything, a choice I made when I was eighteen years old to set out on the open road. My ears are ringing more and more each day, attention span is fading away. We had some good shows, and a ton of bad, some of the best times we ever had. And I wouldn"t trade that for anything.