First of all, I don’t want to go into big detail about anything. ‘A’ had some veins twisted in his balls and had to get ’em operated on. If he didn’t one of ’em woulda shriveled up and died. Now he walks funny but he’ll be okay.

What do I got to write about? And why am I writing this? Who’s gonna read it? I write this like I’m talking to someone, don’t I?

So whoever you are, hi! Maybe you are my great-grand child reading this and saying, “gosh, how weird it was back in the 1970s.” Or maybe it’s you mom after I’ve been killed in a tragic accident.

If this is the case, then I just want to say, I love you mom & daddy and B and A very much. You are the best parents and brothers that anyone could ever have. Sorry about some of the language in here, but I wrote it to get some things said.

Or if your my child, I love you and I’m glad you are mine. See? I’m writing this waaaay before you are even born.