"You're fifty miles away and I've got gas for forty nine, guess I'll walk that last one to prove that you are mine." That's the chorus to a new song we were working on last night at Jay's studio. It's weird but I think those words really hit home yesterday, especially for our manager. The desire to keep on going forward, regardless of what you must do to get there. Whatever it takes is whatever it takes. Third parties leave you hanging on an out of town gig, which was fit in nicely around other gigs on the tour, now only to be left void. You go places with a purpose and things don't pan out exactly like you'd hoped. We've all had those type of days. Driving all night to make the next gig; no sleep, but the fire to do what must be done keeps burning. The song could be seen as a love song, the trek of one lover to find the other, or the faith of trying to see something you believe in come to fruition. In the end, you deal with it and try to find something positive out of all the mess you've been handed. The positve is there, you just have to seek it out, look for it, and acknowledge it. That's the only approach to take, the only way you can keep walking that last mile. If you run out of gas, you walk, but you never give in, never surrender. Fight the good fight and live to tell of it another day. It's the only way you can look at yourself in the mirror and be satisfied. Anything less leaves you hollow inside. Never give in, never say enough's enough. Never. Take care. Later, Butch