You may say to yourself, "How did I get here?"

Six years ago, I had just wrecked my beloved green Mustang, four payments before paying it off. I was $10k in debt for the CD that never got finished with the band that had broken up months before. I was working the Hell Job. I was single. I was about to go to Aspen and Boulder with MC Overlord to do some gigs over New Year's 2000. Fast-forward: Since 2000, I have met and married the love of my life, and found out just how lucky I am on an ongoing and continually astonishing basis. I have started and abandoned several musical projects -- only this time I know that it's all part of the creative process. I quit the Hell Job and returned to freelancing, which makes me infinitely happier. My dad died. My friend Didi died. My friend Patti died. My granny died. I learned a lot. We bought a house. We went to Paris. We rocked San Francisco & Napa. I'm out of debt, thanks to totalling the Mustang, and am on my second car, the Subarussudio — which is SO not a Momcar, even though... I have a baby. Seriously. I am not making this up. As the song goes, "This is not my beautiful life." Because, clearly, things are supposed to be more f-ked up my existence. They used to be. I used to be. And yet, here I am. The past five or six years have been the most eventful in my whole life. I feel like I've been on the Life Autobahn, and al the scenery is just whizzing by while I alternately scream in terror and shout with delight.