I am not you and it does matter.  I began talking simply to here something other than nothing- to entertain myself until I met the shrink for a lil chat on why talking only to myself is worthyof concern.  I didn’t shut up and got lucky to find people to talk to or what the hell I could write a story or two.  I mean the very first day I learned to read so to speak was alo my first day as a writer and i still have that out of date wallpaper to the 80′s covered story collecting it’s air from the bottom of somee steel cabinet…..somewhere….maybe. I picked up a guitar and three and a piano as in to play it at 7  I put both down- the first becaucI …you know I don’t know why I put the guitar down- I guess I just didn’t wrap around it right…. I felt silly holding what was as much air as me……only to adore a piano wich can crush me and isbigger still  I put the piano down because I want to feel it course through my soul and if it doesn’t I want nothing to do with it.  I’m apparently more fickle than you- I put thing up and down….maybe i should have learned to juggle…. oh yeah I wanted to commit suicide the day I was shown how large the catalogue of ineptitude I posessed in anything to do with my hands…. good thing I read books as otherwise I had nothing to shine at.  and you already know I’m fickle and care sometimes a and sometimes not-  eeny meeny miney moe….what the heck do I care toss it and watch it go.  uh oh it was a treasure from heaven so i should root around in the trash to find it again.  I am not you and it does matter.