There truly is something humbling when making those reflections on your life so far, knowing you fewked up pretty significantly yet here you sit watching down from the summit unflinchingly assured that there really is no better place than this moment - A N Y W H E R E ! Is it genetic, is it circumstantial, is it all just choices made maybe from the vantage point of acquiring gregariousness as a toehead ?? This reward of constant well-being is not encumbered by the sum total of the fucked-up-edness exhibited by one throughout his/her period of maturation. No, if that were the case, the admission here would be leeching guilt and shame with every word. The secret is getting through that extended (at least in my case) near arrested period of coming-of-age embracing the anomalies, glancing just frequently enough towards perpetuity to realize attaining the dream of finding true love is why we are all put here. I played let's touch pee-pees before starting kindergarten, was this close to being pulled into a phone booth by a degenerate guy in Sun Ray Drugs near the Reading Terminal, flaunted trust and commitment throughout my over-extended formative years leading towards this current era of codgerism and yet here I sit willfully admitting without any intent of bluster or self praise that I made it through the Straits of Duty & Commerce with all the endless obstacles to the Port of Nirvana with a joystick that is not only fully operative but is nowhere near the expiration date. Sorry if that's too simplistic to qualify as defining actualization but God spent just a little more time casting my lot than my resume reveals. Listen, I got oral perversion on the railing of a fire escape during a coffee break in 1964 and I'm still able to look anyone in the eye while enlightening them about the true answer to "what's it all about?" Just as I Am was sung in the background during my pre-pubescent acceptance of acknowledging that my life is directed by God and yesterday I heard White Room by Cream and felt the same affirmation. But I am yours, you are mine and We are what we are. No more Seacrest Out. We are so-o I N !