Alone in my house, my cat by my side. Wondering if the world is going to end, and what should I do before that happens.

Should I try to make amends with those that I've wronged, connect with those that I love, or none of the above.

Should I go out in a blaze of glory, satisfying every one of my longings, or whimper into the hot Tennessee summer on the back of my new bike.

What if the world doesn't end? That would be good, and all the people I have wronged, and loved, would be able to reach my point in life, to wonder...

Most of the people I care about aren’t anywhere near my age, and they have their lives before them on a platter. I would like to acknowledge here the few remaining people on this earth that mean something to me:

 • My son Riley, his wife Jess, and baby girl.

 • My nephew Brian.

 • My granddaughter Shelby.

 • My granddaughter Taylor.

 • My friend Crissinda.

 • My friend Elizabeth.

 • My young friend Madiline.

 • My friend Daniel.

 • My ex Stephanie.

 • My daughter Becky.

 • Old friends Dave and Sue in Washington.

 • Old friends Sherry and Grant in Sacramento.

If I left anyone out, please DM me.