I have been a loner since I hit, around, sixteen. I always was a popular guy, always had friends, but needed a good deal of time alone. I like doing solo projects around my properties, I enjoy being in the trees, doing work up there, while enjoying the view. I spend about thirty to forty hours alone, on average, during the week, during waking hours. I like it that way. My life as a professional musician, for around thirty years, was paradoxical to my loner persona. I thrived onstage, worked a crowd as good as anyone in the biz, but I never mixed with audiences after gigs, unless it was to hustle a gal who caught my eye, from the stage. I've always had a "relationship" going on in my life, but even then, I need my alone time. Clingy women never had a chance, with me. I can't understand people who like being around other people when they're sick, either. I get into bed, read a book, eat like a horse, until I feel bored. Then I get up, box in front of the mirror saying, "Get the hell out of me, germs!" It works. Going further: I don't get those who die "surrounded by friends and loved ones." To me, that would be Hell, before I get there! I empathize with other species that slink off to find a dark place to die. That's the way I want to go, when my time comes.