It's a bizarre thing that I'm thinking. Giving up the dream. I guess I don't have to give it up, really. There's always room for a rash decision, it just has to be really right next time. Like, for certain, we're going to be famous, five-shows-a-week. That kind of right.

And I can keep doing my own thing, in the meantime. I can keep writing and playing. There's always the weekend. I suppose I can be one of the many who's proverbially "working for it." I think that was Thoreau, right?