In a couple weeks, it'll be 6 months since my stroke. That's an astounding fact. I've accomplished a great deal since then. I'm working every day. My roadie income has replaced first American. But first American is a job i never should have taken.
The stroke altered the direction of my life. 6 months ago, I was in a pretty solid band, readying for a gig. When the stroke took that away, I think it did more than destroy me. I think it destroyed Randy and Ken too.
Ken and Randy apparently parted ways. Ken moved on with his new girlfriend, as said by Randy. But Ken hinted at Randy's poor living conditions, dirty place and excessive pot use as the reason.
Randy had plans to replace Keith as King's bass player, and perhaps run sound.
But then, Greg King died. Whether it was covid or just pneumonia, I'll never know. But Route 95 falling apart and then Greg's death i think took Randy as much as the motor cycle accident did. His las Facebook posts were almost resigned to plants, and not nearly as many "Stalker Nams" as he used to rant about.
I never realized, until he was gone, that the car accident, his sister's taking his mom's house, and his mom's death all occurred within the last year before our meeting. He had it pretty tough in his last year. RIP Randy.
Additionally this year, I upped my bills to add the cargo van. Extended some credit card debt to make a lot of this happen. It'll go down slower, because I don't think we'll get another stimulus check. But if we do, I hope to eradicate the credit cards. I'm going to need Heather to start paying something again.
Time will tell
