I remember when I wanted nothing more than that.
Now I want to live.
Not simple survival, but live a full life.
I want to see the world again with the person I love.
I want to show my daughter the world I've seen and do see through my eyes.
I want to hoard my memories and pass them on to her when she is old enough to appreciate them.
I want the world to feel the what I any party I went too.
i just want!

Though I can do without the blood, gore and mayhem of yester year.
I've been beaten more time than I'd like to recount.
I've actually won 2 fights my entire life.
Only one fight has been one on one out of all of them.
I remember fighting just to release frustration.
My ribs still remember the pain.

Im glad the drama is gone.
Im glad nobody but close friends would even think about calling late at night.
Im almost glad no one calls for a booty call anymore.
I've found being a father really isn't that bad.
Even if you are the “father” of your close circle of friends.

I hope J comes to grips with his family situation soon.
I wonder if I'll ever be able to help him with it.
Im happy Im not addicted to anything anymore.
I wonder if the world I see is the same world everybody else sees.
Honestly, I hear some of that crap can jack you up.
I hope the colors never fade from my view.

I came, I saw, I partied, and now I just want to live.