Balancing the rigors life itself, being true to my wife, and the biggest example of a man to our sons is not a challenge for me. It is my sanity.

It's not the sex that gives you pleasure, it's the lover. For the remainder of my life, I plan to give this woman as much as she can handle, and then some. Often. Repeatedly.

When a man finds the right woman, there will appear a black hole to remove any and everything negative in his life. Once this task is complete and he's in her presence for the very first time thereafter, there will form in him a natural inclination to scream FUCK THE WORLD. And it is not just because she's near him. Her proximity to him gives him proof that she herself is alive and well in the universe itself.

Son, we are all products of operant conditioning. By daring to think outside the box, you'll be judged. Stay the course. Heightened cognizance is meaningful only when freely sought out and discovered. Not when it is incrementally spoon-fed to you throughout your lifetime.

A friend recently asked me, 'How's your life?' Without hesitation, I replied, 'She's happy, in love, and doing quite well.

I'm a person who is unpractical and idealistic. A rebellious dreamer plagued by night terrors. An affinity for the story of Superman, drinking, sex, jazz, writing, drugs, activism, golf, family, cooking, eating good food, reading books and savoring their hypnotic bouquet, for me, is like stumbling over a rock and recovering my equilibrium. This is the story of me.

I'm parodying a powerful quote from Rob Hill Sr. A quote that, in the crazy ass world of right now, sho'nuff screams to me; because my goal, too, was to build a life I don't need a vacation from. Through tears, I'm scratching this one off my bucket list.