Full leather jacket

 Here I go again on my own.  Going down the only road I’ve ever known….

Whitesnake 

Use it or lose it, I’ve got a lot to say and I’m sure my days are numbered.  With each word I move closer to the edge.  All of our days are numbered, you never know.   One minute you’re eating a taco the next you’re being run over by a drunk driving illegal alien.  It happens.  

True story, but right now I don’t have time to regale the audience with tales of yore. 

I was like Zorro and then I was almost dead.  The night before we had seen Metallica at Selland Arena in Fresno.  It was right after the the black album came out, so early 1992.  I remember I was wearing my leather jacket or I’d have had serious road rash.  That jacket is still hanging in my closet right now.   Anyway, it doesn’t matter too much to anyone else but I was given a second chance at life way back then and then a third chance after all that unpleasantness back home.  God sees the truth, and that’s all that matters.