t_m #176: Tell the story of one of your past scars.

Anyone who's read the retro interviews I gave during my DOOL days probably knows that I really enjoy horseback riding; unfortunately our schedule up in Vancouver doesn't present much opportunity for it these days, but every time I'm back home in Richardson, I always make the trek to the Windmill Stables up at Spring Park and take my ol' pal Duke out for a gallop across the woodland trail; makes me feel at peace like nothing in Hollywood ever could. 

Still, me and Duke sure do have a torrid history together- I remember when I was eighteen, fresh outta high-school and just about to pack up and go seek my fortune in La-la land that I went for one last go around the trail with Duke, kinda a farewell thing, y'know? Anyway, obviously Duke didn't appreciate my attempts towards an amicable break-up, cause halfway down the trail, the stubborn bastard bucked me clean off- gouged half my leg open on a broken log in the fall- still got the scar to prove it. Jay says I was asking for it really, 'cause who could blame Duke for being bitter over me breaking his heart; I am hard to get over, I know. 

When I got to out LA and managed to book a gig, decided to stay and give this crazy game a chance, I did try out another stable in the valley- but damn if it wasn't too different to handle- I never went back. Guess I'm just a sentimental ol' fella at heart, just like Duke.