I never thought I was deep. I've grown up a bit since I hit this city with my pregnant wife in 1984. I left it because I thought I was done with it. Now I realize that it wasn't done with me.

I'm alone now ... my wife and I have separated. I've chosen to not take sides against anyone. I've chosen to love from a distance and help myself learn how to heal and find out who I am. I've lost friends because I've chosen not to play the church routine with gossip couched in "prayer requests" and refuse to accept guilt for not following the norm. There's enough responsibility to go around. I'm taking my arm load and crying tears of regret over it. They wash away they stains. Becky is doing the same thing. I wish her well. I love from a distance. We move on.

I'm a grandfather ... my daughter was raped and chose to raise the her daughter. Now, as a single mother of two, she is graduating from the Georgia State system with honors to become a sign language interpreter. She's my hero.

I'm starting over. I want to be what I was meant to be. I've spent a lifetime doing what I was told to do. I'm done with that. I'm an artist. I'm a writer. I'm not unknown or satisified with carrying everyone else's luggage to the party ... content with laying back in the shadows. I'd like you to play along with me. Interested?