Life's a funny old thing

when i was younger.. I was a bit wild.
I thought I would be dead by the time I was 30.
I didnt want a wife, a house, or to save money for my future cuz I wasnt going to have one.
I took more drugs, rode my motorcycle like a madman. Partied hard and all that stupid stuff.
I didnt care, I wasnt going to be around after 30.

On my 30th birthday I found myself sitting on my bed with a knife, crying, and about to cut my wrists when my phone rang. It was a call from a friend I had chatted with on IRC. She called to tell me that it was all going to be ok. Dont do anything silly and when i woke up in the morning I'd wonder what all the fuss was about.

For some reason what she said calmed me. She was really sweet, and caring and I didnt do anything.

One year later I was married.
Two years after my wife and I bought a house.
I'm now 38, I have a good job, a lovely wife, a dog, a cat, 2 cars, a canoe, a house, and most importantly i have the most precious thing in the world. My life.

Thanks Paris. You will always have a special place in my heart.