I found out today that my coworker died over the weekend. Hearing that was so offensive to my expectations of the day that I could barely think about anything else. His death makes me think about what I’m doing with my own life and what I should be doing with it. I’m glad that things are progressing. But the only thing that I know is worth it is drumming. I know that part of my life will pay off. I don’t really have much else to look forward except being good at drumming. I just need to set myself up so that I can drum wherever I go. I need to have a house. A tiny house.