Some of you may remember the thread I started over a year ago discussing my decision to move 3000 miles to Los Angeles to pursue a career as a musician. The vast majority of responses were along the lines of suggesting that I would end up doing gay porn. In response to that at this present time I would like to now state, fuck you, you fucking bitches. There have been some rough times, and I have a long way to go, but I've successfully made my living with no other income but playing music. I have double digit # songs on national TV as background music. I make the majority of my money by doing studio sessions with different artists/producers. I'm going on a national tour this summer with an up and coming artist. Long way to go, but I accomplished a lot that I wouldn't have if I didn't take the plunge. Oh yeah.. and I've done what I've done the past 16 months or so with 6 of them being essentially crippled and couldn't play/exercise. I'm 24 years old and woke up with a herniated disc in my neck that led to crippling pain in my neck and hands. This of course following an atrial fibrulation I had upon arrival (serious heart defect). Definitely the most difficult thing I've ever had to deal with was being too injured to play music or exercise for 6 months, while being 3000 miles away from friends/family But fuck it, here I am still pushing forward. Focus: When have your risks paid off? When could you successfully say "told ya so" to people who doubted you? Alt Focus: What was the hardest experience of your life?