yet i fight this battle all alone, no one to cry to, no place to go home

thats the brilliant, talented, and very deceased legend, layne staley. the real legends all must die. me all must i guess, but it seems, like layne says,"if i cant be my own, i'd feel better dead" and so he is. we manifest what we believe in one way or another i suppose. layne's music speaks to me so clearly. i understand that loniless and pain he speaks of, the helpless, hopeless, cry when i see my reflection type stuff. i've been there. its so soulful and when you really capture those feelings or emotions in lyrics and you sing them with that much feeling, you reach people. what an amazing artist he was. mitch hedberg, another brilliant entertainer gone too soon. that guy was so funny. if you dont know his stuff, google him. he's hilarious. so, 15 days ago, i started down a new path with a new passenger, things have been amazing. to experience life with another human being who treats you like a prince and to be able to return the favor is a great feeling. its been so long since i've trusted and cared for someone. the last trainwreck, which i was manipulated into believing was all my fault cause 'i'm such a piece of shit' and a 'loser' and all that hot garbage. wow, i bought it. i guess i'm comfortable in a place of sadness and sorrow, but i'm finding out is that i'm extremely comfortable being extremely happy in the life of someone who loves my sense of humor, personality, and, of course, these stunning good looks ;). its nice to get all the compliments i never get. not to sound cocky or conceited but i understand that a good amount of people think i'm handsome, whatever. dont get me wrong, i like that people feel this way, but the compliments i really appreciate are the ones that i bring, not that god didnt give me all these gifts, but good looking takes zero work. the jokes, the 'life of the party' personality. these are things i like to hear. i remember a day when i was that guy and it seems, now that i've shut the door on the negative part of my life and will never, and the rock means, ever go back into an abusive situation like that again. which brings me to my next topic. i am aware that i'm all over the place right now, but its all good. just bored and felt i should write instead of sit around. wrestlemania is in about 3 and a half weeks and i can not wait to see my boy do his thing one more time on the grandest stage in my favorite 'sport'. i'm so glad the rock is back and i know that sounds ridiculous, but some of the best days of my life were spent watching these guys do their thing on mondays, thursdays, and sundays. i'm guessing the reason my little brother and i decided to do it ourselves is because the one guys night that i recall from my childhood was dad taking us to see the american dream dusty rhodes vs the macho man randy savage. amazing that i can remember that. either way john and I did the damn thing. we've both been trained and made money doing the thing that i love most in this world. i hope to do it again. i gotta get on the iron first though. anyway, happy thursday everyone. sorry for the rambling. i love you all. check out these ads on here, they have some pretty good schools and things of that nature. just saying, if one of them interest you, check it out. its not a virus. you have my word. thanks ad sponsors for your support, same goes to you family and friends. peace.