One day, a few months after turning seventeen, I was sitting in a high school class in Paradise, CA. Somebody spoke over the intercom and said President Kennedy had been assassinated, school was canceled, and to go home.

I could not describe anything now, about what was going on around me at the time, but I remember that walk home, along the railroad tracks.

I was already very damned confused about life. No direction, no goals, and certainly no political position.

But fuck man, our President had just been killed. I think that was the most defining moment of my life, and I've had a few.

I love and respect the flood of young Americans that joined the military to avenge 911, that was their defining moment.

Not me, I just wanted to get the most out of life while I could and keep my libido happy, because who knew what was going to happen next.

I ended up as a far right Republican, politically. Hanging out in a mancave garage in Pensacola, FL. with my big TV on Fox.

The two little dogs that entered my life recently, and I've grown to love, are locked away in an upstairs bedroom all day, except at lunchtime, because apparently I am a danger to them.

Shelby just brought by a new roommate for a couple months, a young guy that I got a good vibe from.

Hey, I'm just trying to stay alive as long as I can. I'll take all the help I can get.

Here's a collage of my current feelings about the dogs in my life, who shortly won't be.