Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Writing is my goat. As my roommate from the Army said, "Every hermit needs a goat." Let me back up a bit and explain that. My roommate and best friend Pat was from Linwood, New Jersey near Alantic City. He had a friend from back home named Jeff. Jeff is a hermit. Jeff is also on of the most phenominal bass guitarists I have ever heard. All Jeff did all day, every day, was sit in his room and play his bass. All good hermits live on a mountain. Jeff's moutain was his room. All good hermits have a goat. Jeff's goat was his bass. His bass was his companion. The bass was his friend he could confide in and would listen to him unconditionally. The bass was a friend that never offered unsolisited advice, never criticized, and always comforted Jeff when he needed comforting. Writing is my goat.