There was a phase when I would just loaf around, doing nothing. It had put my mom under a lot of stress. I knew her stress stemmed from her love for me, yet I never paid attention to her feelings. When it finally hit me that my idleness was taking a toll on her, I was genuinely sad and depressed.
She can't even chew gum and walk in a straight line, let alone write a book.
The idea of sitting at home, not making music, just makes me want to throw up.
I didn't always want to be a dad.
