I am a recovering Banjo player. I too played in the bathroom, practised rolls in the car, stayed up all night working on "Little Darlin', Pal of Mine", played at work, when I wasn't playing I was listening to Earl and Dr. Ralph, carried my picks everywhere.

I soon realized that I was no longer welcome at social gatherings, friends stopped coming by the house, my family was always 'busy'.

Through the grace of God I have been able to beat this, one day at a time. My life is much better now.