I can sure relate to your poem and Eddie's reply--
At the time, it seemed like the right choice, but always turned out to be the wrong one.
I remember so many times when I sought affirmation with the neighbor kid only to have it turn out bad yet again. Not only was he a pervert, he was just plain mean. (shrug)

It's over now, and I'm in a better place. Much better. There is so much hope, Guys. We have a lot to offer others who are hurting.

Lots of love,


"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting 'Holy Shit! What a ride!'" ~Hunter S. Thompson