It always stuck me that we are the result of a process that WE had no hand in making thus there are some questions that won’t be answered. So, why worry, argue, and fight over who is right in this matter.
15 years old, busboy at Charter House Motel, cleaning up after a wine banquet that had carafes that still had wine. Had a glass, found a pack of Benson & Hedges 100’s, lit one up and inhaled deeply. I woke up, laying on my back and Mary’s face came into view. She asked me if I was OK and if I needed a smoke.
Oh ###, what have I done?