Originally Posted by sperbonzo

Mind you, it didn't start out that humble. I left ASU in the early 80s with a BS in Zoology, and a minor in Music production, (father paid for the first year, worked my way through the rest), moved to San Diego, and then L.A., where I became a recording engineer in the 80s, and did ok. The reason that I went in the army in 1990 was that I was having such major issues with my crazy girlfriend that it was taking down my music career and I decided that the army was something I had always wanted to try, and this seemed like a good time.




Yeah, I had some pretty crazy, bizarre, and scary things happen on the streets, but it probably helped that I had just come out of the army and serving in Desert Storm.

The one thing it has done is to make me grateful for the things in my life. When my son grows up I will NEVER give him stuff. I will teach him about life, and I will give him endless love, but he is going to work for everything he gets. I think that giving things to kids robs them of the amazing feeling that you get from creating and earning things for yourself. I feel so so sorry for those kids that were given sports cars and boats when they are teenagers.... They are cursed, in that for the rest of their lives nothing will give them the thrill and deep satisfaction of creating enough wealth for themselves in order to afford something really nice....





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