I looked thru the wreckage of my past and here is what I saw—brokenness. I was certainly no angel. I saw how hate, money and the search for love drove me over the years. Damn, damn, damn.

Life is twisted, complicated and compromised and then we die. Right. I guess this is what make us truly human. Or is it?

Let’s flip the script and see what I get. I’m not gone yet. To be continued….

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