I can remember getting a brick thrown at me in high school while I had lunch with my then-girlfriend, C. I can remember a group of girls spray painting C's car.
I remember her smile and how holding her hand made me stupid and watching John Travolta movies and arguing about whether Staying Alive was better than Urban Cowboy. I remember a lot. ;-)
I can tell you, at some point, if you work at it, you find your life, your loves, your spot in the universe and, if you're lucky, you find your personal joy.
Thank goodness I get to live my joy every day.
My charity Sip is The Best Damn Thing. I hope y'all enjoy.
Because sometimes fistfights are foreplay :D