I'd just play 'til my hands fell off. My parents would yell at me to stop because they couldn't stand the noise any more! I was terrible! It must have been hard for them to listen to me as a beginning drummer.
I'll never get used to living without Mo, but the painful things that surround what happened to him aren't so painful any more-not so raw or so new.
No matter where you go or what you do, you live your entire life within the confines of your head.