A wheelchair. No, a prison. That's what a wheelchair is. It's a part of my body, a part of my soul, a part of me. When I dream, there it is attatched to me like a leech, draining away my hopes and dreams. I'll never walk again. I'll never be a musician like I always dreamed. I've still got my voice, but I could never do a concert like this. Nobody would ever go to hear me live, I doubt they'd even listen to an album. Most bands have serious fans who obsess over them, but I would never have that. Nobody would ever feel anything but pity for me. So here I am, Mark Foster, stuck in a wheelchair.