I was mugged or something 20 years and 334 days ago. I was in a coma for a few days, and the doctors said a trauma common with brain injury is to lose the last 15 minutes of one's memory, so it is no suprise to me that my last memory after a night like this, is flashing my headlights to a friend of mine as he turned to go down his street, then waking up in a hospital.

Thanks Richard and Rosie for visiting me. Thanks also Steve, for visiting me, for the guitar, and definitely the crab sandwich! Which, needless to say but I'll say it anyway, was WAY better than the hospital food.. So I guess thanks are also owed to whoever let you bring that in.

Not only do I not remember the before, during, and after of whatever happened, I lost Music. More specifically, the Feeling of Music. I quickly re-obtained the recognition/logic/theory part, but the feeling part has become teasingly elusive.

On the 22^nd of August, 2004 my friends organized a Benefit for me. Financially, it put a big dent in my medical bills. Mentally, it was super. In Southern Maryland, some of the best and dearest people in the world made their way into my heart. Again. They had to position themselves around, themselves.. Musically, well, I heard it and I saw it, but I didn't feel it. Not even when I saw and heard some of the coolest people in the world that I have ever grooved with making it.