this morning #555.

this morning, it was now clear that the “action/adventure” aspects of his lifestyle had become all that he had. the earth was his playground. deep sea fishing. rock climbing. jumping out of perfectly good planes. international intrigue. today, after waking up deep in a scottish forest, outside of his sleeping bag & shivering, he was starting to dream of a new direction. he’d been building the bio of a rock star, constantly on the move, never staying in one location for too long. of the hundreds of songs written about life on the road, 90% of them had lyrics about longing for home. at the end of the year, once this trip was done, he’d embrace vince neil’s words & get himself off this long & winding road.