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"I'm the Bob Dylan no one's ever heard of. Doubt me? Fuck you..."
So why have I been reduced to living in a van down by the ocean; playing music on the streets for the last six years?

It could be that I'm delusional about my talent.

I've documented everything: The daughter I left behind to the bewitching Raven who fell in love with a crooning pauper despite her wiser intentions; my fierce dedication toward the craft at hand to a ceaseless self-destructive nature; and from a large, loving, Chicago family to the fettered flock of disenfranchised, damaged, homeless souls who have come to these same western shores to surrender.

I survived the 9-to-5 world for 36 years; I'm done, and willing to live void of life's simplest comforts, and ultimately without my Whale-of-a-Great-White-Buffalo-Faithful-Ford-Van. Hoping my daughter might see all I have done as the best that I could do.