Tears gently roll down my cheeks as I write this, my vision blurred - so blurred it's as if I'm driving through a monsoon with broken wipers. Bowie, before you disappear behind the pearly gates and take rock n roll to heaven, I wanted to say thank you. I'm not sure whether I would have ever found out who I am without you being you, and I'm not sure I would be able to suppress my worries or fight my fears if it weren't for your voice; your songs. I've looked up to you since I