I just turned 60 and probably should have been dead 20 or 30 years ago but I'm still kicking and more importantly, still humping.
Why should I be dead? You name it-fast cars, fast women, too much booze, too many cigars, too many rare steaks, slow horses, a big mouth, a gambling addiction, and just about anything else you can think of in terms of excess and debauchery.
The only thing that may have kept me alive is that other than a few joints in University, I have never done drugs. Why? Because I never felt in control and that is very important to me. Sure I drink to excess but I always know when I'm about to lose control and take the appropriate action which is usually passing out so booze is my drug of choice.
I still love to do everything to excess because
a)I still can
b)It's the only way I know how to live
c)I like living on the edge.
So this blog will be a biography of my experiences and exploits. You may or may not believe some of them and I couldn't give a rat's ass whether or not you do. Some experiences may be somewhat embellished because of booze or a fading memory, but I can assure you, they all happened. That's why I can't believe I'm still alive