From homelessness and crack pipes to prison and lung disease, one musician's quest to be heard becomes a quest to survive.
I wanted simple things. A lover of music and nature, I wanted only to play my guitar, sing and write songs. Nestled in the small town of historic Culpeper, Va, my family was one of blue-collar workers with humble roots. School was filled with cruel peers whose goal in life was to make me miserable. Adulthood found me fighting through deadly accidents, a fire, suicide attempt, near drowning, and lung disease along with drugs, homelessness and prison. While in the prison hospital ward for nine months, I watched men die all around me while the staff were dismissive and uncaring. After all, they said, we were only prisoners. Nobody cared if we died. Not only did I not die, I lived to tell the stories of the passionate men on that ward who were ignored. And my own story. A story of a man who had Too Much Life To Die.