You basically can't be around people. SO what do you do? Depression is everyday, all day.

The only thing that compells you to leave your bed are questions about problems in music.

You want to solve these puzzles, answer these questions.

It's pretty much the only thing you actually want to do

Investigations turn into hours, hours turn into days.

The evidence that's left behind from these mental contortions eventually fill up cassette tapes. You design covers to slip into the cassette cases and xerox them at Staples.

You dub the tapes and give them to some of the people you know who also make or are interested in music.

This goes on for 32 years...