There comes a time when you’re getting older that you start to understand that your time has passed. I’m older now, my body aches so badly, I too fat to be weighed by a regular scale. I don’t drink every day but I do drink too much. I’ve lost my drive. I have little desire for anything. I’ve pushed my daughter away. I have Mandy and I’m happy with that but it seems that everything that I’ve worked for has been lost. I can’t even get my truck going so I can make some money. I’m lost. I can’t even call myself a man anymore. If it weren’t for Mandy I wouldn’t have anything left to lose. Without her this would be my last day but I owe it to her to at least try. It may be too late to recover from this. I’ve let it go too long. I have to try.