This story begins in 1985, when the world was young....most of the clubs that we played at are gone, either they're Mexican restaurants or shopping centers or they just sit there, a silent testimony to a different time.

This story is important, not just because it's mine, but because it is in itself a fairy tale. guys like me, born with nothing, struggle against all odds and win the BRASS RING. that ring has been fumbled and dropped a couple of times but what's important is that for one brief shining moment I HELD IT, I wielded it like Thor wielding his hammer, I stood on a cloud that teenagers dream about standing on for decades, all the way back to the Beatles... more at www.lovehate.com