My dear, Last show I freaked out and left the scene. All these hands touching me, wanting more from me than I could give. And there I was giving all I can to please them. Half way through I realized that this was no way to live; pleasing people so they can approve of me. What a crappy life purpose… what a stupid goal. So, I left. Vowing I’d only return if I ended up doing this for myself, and not for them. Getting...

My dear, Poor is not the man who has no money. Nor poor is the man who has no possessions. No. Falsely...