Hey there,
That's right kiddos, I'm leaving Nov 28th for my new ship. They are flying me out to Rome and then of the Florence, France, Spain and Portugal. After that, 6 days at sea back to the states and then the Caribbean for Christmas.
Lots to do before I get on the ship. More forums and medical testes then I ever had in the Marines. (I know, hard to believe but true.) Not only is there the forums to fill out but I have to make sure all my bills are lined up to be paid, store my car, new clothes, which I'll need help with female readers. The biggest killer to my bank account is strings for my guitar. Not something that people normally think about but they average about 14 dollars a pack, they last about 5 days (cause I'll be playing close to 6 hours a day between practice and work) and I have to stock up for 6 months. I'd do the math but the outcome scares me a bit. Lots of rules and guidelines and orders to fallow as well. Kind of like marines but without the yelling.
I'll tell ya, it's freeing to be out there out on the ocean. Not just the ocean but traveling and be surrounded by no one that knows you. The experience is just unmatchable in my opinion. I mean the money helps but it's not the real reason why I do what I do. I may say it from time to time but the real reason, I like being out there. Nothing familiar, everything is new and exciting, some good, some bad. Everyday is a new story and you never know what's going to happen. I love playing music for a living and making people happy and meeting new people. I love how I can get lost in my music on good days or bad and bring people along for the ride. I'm lucky that I have a job doing what I love. I may not become a rock star, but some odd way, I already have. I'm not making millions or have a platinum record but I'm seeing the world, I'm playing music and make enough to get me where I wanna go, have some good times with my friends and family and feed my unquenchable thirst for more and more records.
Is there more to life then this?
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