a former nice guy turned rock star got dragged by the hair through the mud and pus of the rock and roll machine. after being humbled to new lows, he picked up his guitar along with the pieces of himself and wrote some songs about pain and self loathing. he was surprised that people actually related to his new 'low self esteem songs' more then they ever did his 'stadium rock songs'. with the new formula he went on to sell many t-shirts and even a few cds. he bought a house on a boat, and sailed away. i used to sit next to him in the cafeteria in 8th grade sometimes, when my other friends didn't show up for whatever reason. but i never really liked his music, which is saying a lot because i like a lot of music.
