Steve, Butch, Jack & Me took guitar classes in high school together, and we were good - constantly acing our assignments & tests singing and playing those popular hits from that time period (the 70's).

We wanted to make our own band. My female parental unit flatly refused. When I mentioned my older brothers had both been in bands in high school she said that was different.

She was convinced I'd turn into a drug addict and become a sl*t and/or a wh*re (her exact words) were I to be in a band.

We were really good. I've even written songs and had them copyrighted, and a few have been looked at and considered by up and coming artists.

Another missed opportunity! So many sad regrets from my chaotic and abusive childhood - and most of them not of my own making.