I had always loved music. I grew up listening to classic country Waylon Jennings Merle Haggard. My dad loved Vern Gosdin and Keith Whitley. So I kept going to class and started getting totally into playing guitar and teaching myself these songs.
I have never been able to grasp the meaning of time. I don't believe it exists. I've felt this again and again when alone and out in nature. On such occasions time does not exist. Nor does the future exist.
