I had a stroke and three brain surgeries as many of you know. Not to mention a giant ball.

But, before all this -I had skeletons in My closet.

One would have found:
Some porn. Yup. I'm not going into details. Girls. Variety.

Anyways also. I drank too much. I didn't want to admit it. I knew it was going nowhere.

I no longer drink. Because I can't. It's not a good idea anyways. I smoke a lot of pot. Now. Medical whole other subject. Easily discussed.

Before I used to not like to talk about how I grew up living in a trailer park.

In Michigan in the 80s. At the end of that my mobile home burned down. I was sixteen.

Skeletons. They change. Mine are not scary. They might have shaped who I am.