If only I’d surrendered myself to the guitar in my early to mid teens. Then I could’ve been the cool guy who could play like this at parties, and I could’ve done much better with the girls. Instead I became a mediocre trumpet player and then, in my late teens and early 20s, a mediocre drummer. I was a half-decent writer in junior and senior high, but the light didn’t go on. I got into sketching around eight or nine, but I never felt the current. When I was 16 or 17 I took a summer class at Silvermine Arts Center; part of the curriculum was sketching nude female models. Then I helped edit a 16mm film called “Beyond Embarassment.” Then I got into writing again in my early 20s, and finally I began to feel it. But I still feel bad about not learning guitar.