I was daydreaming today about what could have been.
I always assume that if I could have had a real career that was meaningful to me, it would have been as a writer.
The thought crept into my brain today that maybe the ultimate career for me would have been as a bluesman.
I can see myself in that way. Small scale. I can see myself on the road, respected and beloved. Playing hundreds of dates in funky, small, out of the way places. Only in warm climates.
Worn work boots, dirty jeans, a black Gibson guitar, a shot and a beer at every stop where everybody knows me and everybody is my friend.
Gritty, talented, wizened, confident, wise, battered and cautious.
Satisfied.
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