They say that the truth shall set you free, so lets just see if they, whoever the hell they are, are actually right. What do I have to confess about….many things. Firstly I suppose I should confess I am a dreamer, I dream of doing great things. Originally I was going to be a professional hockey player. I was pretty dam good at it….I have a scout from the Quebec Nordiques scout me while I was playing Junior C, and then later when I was with the Major Junior A’s.

Really though, what is great? Making lots of money? Owning big homes? Is greatness measured in the things one surround ones self with, or is by the number of truly great friends…even if that number is only one. So, really where did it all go wrong?

Maybe if I go back to my mid teens, when my first girl friend decided to cheat on my while I was away playing hockey. Or, was it simply that I was away or moved away at such a tender age, really if anyone out there wants to comment then please feel free.

As I sit here, I think what really defines a person is how they have loved and been loved. The North American way of counting materialistic things as being important is really sad. It really only makes people more unhappy. I know so many people with so very much in life, and yet they are still unhappy.

So, I will count the first strike against me, is my then girl friend Carolyn Day, high school sweet heart, sleeping (screwing, fucking) her friends brother, while I was in the hospital getting operated on as the first dent in my belief system.