Here lurks an ex-con(8+ yr.s), ex-junkie(pills & thrills), and ex-generally not a nice person. I'm an old hippie who regained his mellow and his mind. I still smoke my weed and drink a bit, but I am not the self-centered shithead I used to be. I might kill somebody over my coffee, but only after the first day without it. I fell off a cliff, 40 - 50 ft., and caved in a bit of skull. Took a minute, but got over it and returned to work, where I ruptured two disks in my back. Took a minute, and three surgeries, but I got over it and started looking for work when I was hit by a truck and had my legs crushed. Still getting over that one. I can walk and gad about, but am disabled, or is handicapped P.C. mow? Whatever, I can walk and am still alive, so I am stronger and wiser for it. ALL of it. Started losing my hair when I was 23, was bald on top by 26, but haven't cut it since prison and have been the LongHairedBaldGuy(@yahoo.com) ever since. There are a lot of details that fill in the tale, but, unless I'm asked, I see no reason to go into them here. I am alive and cherish every breath, even the ones that gag me. I'm still breathing, I will get past it. So far, so good..., If you don't count the bullshit that rains down on us all. I am a good man, my mother died proud of me, her, and my kids', expectations are the only ones that count. They say they are lucky to have me, and I know the lying little shits mean it most of the time. No sarcasm or anything! I guess my motto is: "Live LARGE! Life is good, even when it SUCKS!!!"