My life my way. That’s why.
I could do decent stand-up on the idea of being a poet, but I love it plenty enough just for any reason anyone else might have to hate it. And yet, that poem tells my whole story, for all of me:
I know why.
I can help.
I repay effort.
I grow regardless.
The 21 Convention was hard fun – like hard work, but my way – so Tuesday involved a lot of physical recovery and healing my relationships with my three princesses – Cathleen, my best-beloved everything, Cherry Bomb, my favorite guitar, and Ebony, the black cat you see (if you’re watching attentively) in almost all of my videos.
Wednesday morning I made this clip, both a reflection on the event and a follow-up presentation, essentially, on how married men can get all the nookie they want from their marriage – just by making love my way:
