Thanks Scott, good man.
In so many ways, our younger years are pretty influential for sure. Mine were hard no doubt... there was no "fine line" between Saturday or Sunday... they just bled together. Drugs, drinking, Cops, Judges, lawyers, probabtion officers, crow-bar hotel, wrecked cars, lost relationships, etc... but, there were some really fun times in those days too. I once rode a YZ80 into the city & ran from several cops in Arizona (I had a thing about running from the cops) when I was 13 yrs old... it was the chase of my life.... a cop car was badly damaged in that chase. Wide open through 711 parking lots, neighborhoods, flying down city streets scared out of my mind!! What a day that was... I would not trade that memory for nothing!!! I got away, only to get caught by a neighborhood watch person who turned me in after he saw me pushing the bike into a wood pile & covering it up w/a tarp!!! I got juvenile detention for that day... & some very angry parents too. Years of these stupid mistakes caused me to crave a decencey in life... I wanted what I saw in other people... responsibility, love, God, compassion, etc... the anger & rebellion was not working anymore... everyone else gave up on me & I had to find a way to change. Man I would love to say I lived a life like you did... not having to know what being a knucklehead was like. But it all worked out by Gods grace. I am 39 now & I have been married for 10 years with a boy & girl (5 & 7) that help me stay grounded. I admire folks who live decent lives from day one... it is beyond me though. Oh well, it is my testamony like it or not. I have learned that it can help others sometimes. Church is an interesting place indeed... can't say I have seen anyone throw down there yet; much less bring a gun. No wonder you have your reservations!! Anyways, thanks for the talk Scott.