7/16/25

Christopher Candles didn't have a phone.  I am dying in the woods.  God led us here, and is with us.  Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.  I wrote "All I Want" in 1999.  Candles left a sign over his body.  I won't lie like him and say I've had a happy life, but I've had my moments, have seen much, played some great music, made some great friends, and like Candles I thank the Lord for all of it.  I did the best I could with what I had.

The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity, but a wounded spirit who can bear?

All I want is to get out of here.

To God,

7/17/25

This season has been really, really good for me.  God knows how much I hate counting my blessings in the woods.  But it was necessary.  I have crossed the faith rubicon.  It's true now.  The bottom has been flipped on its head.  Whether we die here or not.  Sounds morbid, but it's not.  Quite the opposite.  But it's real.  Probably wouldn't have been if I was playing regularly in Texas, or hanging out with a bunch of false Arizona messiahs.  But it's real.

Thanks for listening, if nothing else.  Get ready for the end.  It is obviously nigh.

Onward and upward,

N