Sometimes you find that you're quite content with a lot less, and your life is a whole lot richer for it.
Oh, God, I just read how sappy and cliche that sounded. And I apologize profusely as I gag a little for having written something like that... but it's true. 15 years ago, if you had looked into your crystal ball and told me that I'd be living in a house in constant need of repair with guy whose paycheck isn't worth the paper it's printed on, and a kid who likes Star Wars (I know, tisk tisk for me saying this, but I just never got into it), while turning my yard into farmland, being kept awake at night by my 2 snoring pitbulls an 15 baby chickens living in my spare bedroom, and that I'd actually be happy (!), you'd be unconscious, and your stupid ball would be broken.
Thank God high-school-Me went off to Manhattan. I really can't imagine a better life for myself than what I'm lucky enough to have now... unless you have any tips on getting chicks to shut up at night. If those little f*#kers could be quiet at night, then things would be so perfect I might puke a rainbow.
Thanks for stopping by,
PS: here's what the Stones have to say about all this...