For everything I've been through, I love life for all it's worth. Sure, I want the smoke found in a cancer stick, Mabey a sporatic drink of alcohol. No pot in my body, thanks. I keep to my limited knowledge. I gain in ways unknown to man. And woman for that matter. I make myself known. I make myself cry. I will never lower myself to the hate of this world. I am free, Free to have kids and express my opinion. But not to be myself. I am far from your social pool. Nor do I care to...