I've been a great computer programmer since 1969. I had wonderful highs during that time, where I created amazing things, and every accomplishment was due to my brilliant mind.

I know that sounds ridiculous, but I had one. The rest of me was caught up, and fucked up, with life. I had no foundation, no role models, just the road ahead of me with no light.

And here is where I've landed...

I joined the Navy at the beginning of the Vietnam War, when I was still a mindless hippy. They kicked me out when I went AWOL from boot camp with a buddy, to explore San Diego one night.

As I stood before all the brass above me, they informed me that I had scored the highest initial GCT score among everyone in my unit. I was their brightest star, and I fucked up.

They gave me an honorable discharge and I hitched to the Haight Ashbury.

What I'm trying to say is, mental capacity needs guidance and control, otherwise it dies a slow sad death, in the lane of life.

I'm talking to you son! You're first born daughter is very special!