[Crowbob]

A most excellent question, Wayne. Thank you.

Of the many and varied disappointments of my life, no I am not a writer. At one point, as a young man, I fell in rapturous delirium with Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Hemingway and of course many others. One day I will write like this, I thought. But of what can I write? I am nothing and know even less.

As such, events unfolded as described herein and as above. Since I cannot write, I shall live a life of such worth that it will inspire someone else to write about it.

That choice I made reminds me once again as to the failure I have become. No one writes about me but rather lives for themselves. For here, on these electronic pages, anonymously, I am writing to inspire, against myself but for my children.