I made it a lot harder than it needed to be. I zigged when I should have zagged a few too many times.

I can think of more times than fingers that God pulled my ass out of the fire and decided I should live a little longer. It was that or I shouldn’t have had kids when the other person wanted to (and didn’t tell me) or was almost too careless. They were all false alarms so I never had to take any DNA tests or caused any pregnancies except the kids I wanted to have.

I should be dead though with some of the stuff I did. I don’t drink anymore, but should have had a lot of DUI’s, yet never got one.

Go figure.

Now, I take it easy now and try to keep it between the lines. If I were a cat, 8 lives would be used up by now.

It’s why I say I’ve got a Ph.D in the school of hard knocks.