BD,

I know you count on me to bring a little sobriety and seriousness to this forum.

I would call that going straight into the eye of the tiger, just a lone survivor breaking all the rules and taking it to the limit one more time man, when you got to fly like an eagle, and fight against the odds, when you're standing up at the gates of hell and the person you're most afraid of letting down is yourself, and when everybody else said you would never cut it, you got back on your feet and went inside the ring one more time, you turned to your trainer and said cut me I can't see, and you had so much blood in your mouth you called your own wife Padrian, and just when you thought your pride couldn't take any more hits, and people on the forum couldn't be any more rude and obnoxious, you got back on the saddle man, you got those lyrics, you picked up your guitar and you wrote that song again, because you knew that you were just like Paul McCartney, who gets up every morning and feels like he has never done anything and has to sit down at the piano one more time just to show the world that Paul McCartney can be somebody, and you and Paul are close, and you know the game, it's the game you can't win but you can't afford to lose, and then, at that exact moment, you know that you have to choose.

So you choose to just put it in another key.

And with blood streaming down your face you walk into the door of ASCAP on crutches and you hand it to them, and you say here, this is what great sounds like.

And then you walk outside in the rain and you walk all the way home because you know, this is the proving ground, and you don't have anything to prove anymore.

That's what you call it BD.

And you know that.

And you always have.