I'm a 51-year-old rock musician who never quite made it like I thought when I was a bright-eyed kid. Maybe I was not really that bright-eyed! Talent but no drive, without the love of the one who believed in me, I just drifted.
Drugs are bad, m'kay? And by "bad" I mean they're too good! They will sidetrack you during your critical years, and are no fun anymore right about the time your window is closing. Life can be ironic..