Wastin away in vodkavilla again, searchin for my lost esteem again. Some people say there's a woman or two to blame, but I know it's my own fucking fault.

If you live like an idiot and do stupid shit, you can't keep a woman. Assuming keeping a woman in your life is important. Maybe it's not!

Maybe some men are destined to die alone. Is being with one woman your whole life the end game? I've had many serious relationships in my long life, loved them all, cried when it ended, then moved on.

So here I am, a seventy seven year old drunk living on a dead end street in a Southern Tennessee hick town, alone. How ironic is that. I have had relationships that rocked the world, in amazing places, that were to die for.

And they have all drifted into dust...

I think it's appropriate that I have landed as I have. I deserve this landing. Daniel says I need to quit pissing and moaning, and he's right!

So, my final statement to this life is, thank you for letting me live it. I have no regrets anymore about anything I've done.

Let these words be my...