And so it is...a stairway. A way up. Up, up and away in my beautiful...ah, screw that. My life stinks right now. But I still smile at people on the street. I still have an optomistic way of looking at life.

I still think that, even as old as I am, I could still have love in my life. I could put my arms around a woman that I find attractive.

I still think that, given the fact that I'm older than dirt, I can still write music that younger people would want to hear.

I still think that, given the fact that I'm almost older than the planet itself, I can make a difference in this world. If nothing else, I can smile at someone today, I can hold a door open for someone today, I can give a word of encouragement to someone today, I can stay sober today.

And if I can't, then I lose. Charlie Sheen, that jackass, keeps saying "Winning! Winning!" Yeah, guess what, Charlie...you're losing. And so am I, if I don't live in the world that My God gave me.

Just a smile. Smile at one person who may need it. Perhaps it will catch on.