(CHRIS)

In the old days I would have lost myself in something just to counteract the way I feel today. A woman. A drug. A fast car. All three sometimes.

I could argue that I still have the fast car and definitely the woman who can make me forget my problems but neither are what I want right now. Looking out at the rapidly melting snow I find myself wishing it would stick around longer. A quick glance at the sky shows no clouds and that's a shame. I'm probably the only person in the Tulsa area right now who's actually wishing there'd be another snowstorm.

Then I'd have a good excuse not to face the rest of the world.

Okay so its not the whole world I feel like hiding from. Out loud I say, "No, just the damn critics." Sighing I press my forehead against the glass, wishing the coolness would do something to cut the headache that's been bugging me all day.

I'm almost forty years old and I'm still trying to play a young man's game. Look at the top of the charts now and You don't see anyone who was there when Tommy, Marc and I hit the top. Okay so maybe the Stones are still around but its not very often they have a number one hit anymore. They rely on dragging out the old stuff over and over again.

Thats not what I want to do. I keep trying out new stuff, I keep trying to push the envelope but where does it get me. Oh yeah, it gets me pegged as the guy who deserves to be left in the past while someone like Griffin gets all the kudos.

I know if I bring this up with Morgan, she'll give me that steady look of hers and tell me to ignore the review. It's been over two weeks since it came out, normally she'd be right. I could ignore it and move on. But for some reason this time it's been bugging the hell out of me ever since it came out.

It's my own damn fault, it was my idea to have Griffin appear at the show. I invited the comparisons.

Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy.

Question is what am I going to do about it?