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I haven't journaled in a long time because I sometimes feel my life isn't as interesting as it was ten years ago. Traveling the world. Playing music in big stadiums. Deploying to Iraq. Traveling to Africa and just meeting so many different people and having new experiences
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Like the bombing a few weeks ago in Baghdad. That spot is near the Green Zone, and next to the University and I drove through that market area a few times and performed nearby. I remember the faces in the audience and wonder what their lives are like now. I hope that our music gave them some peace in a sea of sorrow.
My mind goes back there because it was a simpler time and I was surrounded by close friends. There were fewer choices; fewer options and in some part, a constant closeness that you felt with those around you. Then the feeling that you were doing something that would be judged by history as either important or a failure. Around the time of the January election we knew things were fucked because of Fallujah 1 & 2, Najaf, and Sadr City... all battles we shouldn't have had to fight if the country was peaceful. What came next wasn't surprising...
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