Sure, I get it.
I was wild. I get that my youth was not pretty (to some) and I get that my stories might be either too crazy or even too disturbing.
I get that too.
But then again, to each is own. While I do not live in my past or rally in the shooting stars of my youth; still, my beginnings are my beginnings and the people I knew are the people I will remember for always.
Man . . . there was a time when we would have gone to war for each other.