The run I was on made Sinatra, Flynn, Jagger, Richards, all of them look like droopy-eyed armless children.
I so desperately wanted to be Mr. Somebody. Instead, I was the little brother, included to a point.
The paramedic called the press and sold me like a loaf of bread. This was news, and he wanted to be the one to report it.
Here's the good news. If I realize that I'm insane, then I'm okay with it. I'm not dangerous insane.
Sure, I did a lot of things in excess. But if you look at the core, the foundation of what I pursued, what red-blooded young American male in my position wouldn't?
I'm 0 for 3 with marriage - the scoreboard doesn't lie, never has. So what we all have is a marriage of the heart. To sully or contaminate or radically disrespect this union with a shameful contract is something that I will leave to the amateurs and the Bible grippers.