March 13, 2012:
He's in his childhood bedroom, where he feels safe.
He's holding up for show the black Telecaster Thinline he's recently acquired.
He wearing a record store t-shirt he was given on tour.
There's a pro-Palestinian poster on the wall;
some of his activist's library is visible on the shelves behind him.
There's a Budweiser where he can reach it.
His hair is jet black, his eyes glimmer, his face is radiant with happiness.
He's found his tribe, his talent, his calling, his guitar.
He believes: this is when his life now truly begins.