I'm doing good down here in Florida. I continually meet great people, my brain is recovering from the damage of a few months back, and my health is improving.

I'm finally shedding waist fat, and if I worked out, I could get some abs back. I take great walks around the neighborhood, in my shorts and sandals, at least twice a day.

The rest of the time I get drunk and stoned, and blog. That Jelly Roll song keeps rolling around my head. "Somebody save me, me from myself, I've spent so long, living in hell", and "They say my lifestyle, is bad for my health. It's the only thing that seems to help".

So, I've been saved by my grand-daughter Shelby, otherwise I wouldn't be writing this. I've got my drinking under control better than it's been in a while, although it has it's moments.

I smoke a little bud in the man-cave, which is totally acceptable here in Florida.

So, I don't know how to explain it, but my life is going great. I'm taking care of business, got my new Medicare Advantage program going today, thanks Leighton. By next mid-week I'll have myself licensed, along with my truck.

I feel alive again!