You never really know if you’re important to anyone. Yes, I provide services that some people might find incredibly difficult to live without, but how important are we really? In any situation everyone can be replaced, no matter how deep the heartbreak. 

I split time between two different households growing up; being an intelligent and mature preteen meant I took care of myself as the older step-siblings garnered the parental attention. Straight-A’s were never the accolades I ever strived for, just ones I gifted to some socially-proud family members, and having a job from the age of 12-on was just more proof I was the child my parents wouldn’t have to worry about. 

I was 14 when I started driving in a small Texas town. I was 15 when I was kicked by a horse. 16 I picked the bass back up and got a drivers license. 17 I threw away architecture scholarships for music and for the first time felt the steel of a pistol on my forehead (the cocking back of the hammer sounds completely different from that position). 18 I first understood that bands fail and the final breath of a friend buries itself in your subconscious. 21 I learned to not mix scotch and vodka drinks. 23 was when Grammy’s appeared in my life and hard drugs made friends disappear. 28 I found out break-ups were expensive depending on the greed level of the two parties. 30 is when I finally realized I had a lot to learn. 

You never really know if you’re important to anyone. And maybe you’re just important to people for small sections of your time on this Earth. But you have to actively decide to be important to yourself. The wind might constantly change directions, but you should always be taking care of your sail. 

About adamjodor

I record. I produce. It's analog. I jump through stages with a Thunderbird (sometimes a P-Bass). I like good Thai food. I love Stacey.
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