scooter my friend, i have never run from anything never. but i finally have met my match.they said i wouldnt walk but i not only walked but was riding, not much but alittle.i did alot of work in the shop. but the last 6 months have been bad.the pain just gets worse.and one day it will win.i started praying for help. im getting some help but not the way i asked. but atleast i got enough sence to know that it is help in some way.so many things are starting to go wrong now and it all comes from after effects of the wreck. oh well life goes on, with or without us it just keeps on keepin on.i started getting so sentimental lately.and i just keep on thinking and talking about the ol days.im stuck in the 70s and 80s.really!i miss them so bad,i was so young and bad.i had life by the balls but somehow it kinda got mine now!theres a graveyard that backs up against my line in the woods. i picked out my spot the other day.put my favorite jeans and t shirt in a bag with a note.the horseman draws near brother but ill stand and fight but he always wins. always ken