To pass my time.

Christmas has arrived early 2013. Years ago I practiced hand drumming at a moments notice. Four years later I purchased a new drum. How far away does this individual have to go away from the potentials for happiness than four years. That's an awfully high number of misses. Some of the memories about what to do and how to get away from an instrument leave me sad. There is no reason to get sad, memories can bring on the sadness. Hey memories. It's a new drum, and "I am a different man."