Sometimes I sit and think about how old I am and can't believe it. Just don't believe it. It's like all those years ago are gone and meaningless. Like anything could have happened--I could've been a poet or a priest, a teacher or a used car salesman--and it still wouldn't mean diddleysquat. I'd be exactly who I am today only maybe somewhere else. Or maybe dead. And the years would be just as gone.