I had nowhere to go but up when I got sick at seventeen. I was a druggie and unschooled, undisciplined in anything except a couple of restaurant dishwasher jobs I’d had.
I started to read right before the onset of illness. I thought it would make me a better songwriter because I was going to be the next big thing though I only knew a couple of chords. My peers had shot ahead of me long before that.
I spent the following years learning to read a little each day. I never learned how to get lost in a book. I had lost the ability to get absorbed in TV. I had to give up pot. I hate it when people envy me and my situation or talent. They don’t know how lucky they’ve been. Finally 35 years later I find an escape in my guitar and mandolin. Reading is for the birds.