Did you ever notice how I just feel sorry for men. It’s like Poor Elvis, (he’s worth $400,000.00 dead not even alive). Poor George Bush with his war. Poor Vernon, nobody gave him recognition. My Poor Daddy, (well this one is true) Poor Dear DJ, what a trip we were on, and I hope we’re not off of it now that the story is complete, both mine and Elvis, because I may have said this before but I’m saying it again, I really don’t think there’s any more thoughts, or feelings left. The rest of the world can take care of themselves. Don’t expect me to be a saint though, nor a sinner, I’m just me, and really an ordinary person, with an extraordinary past. But what I really want to see in men is the qualities you mentioned that you feel: Happy, fortunate, optimistic, rich, handsome, strong, giddy, loving, kind, intelligent, good, sexy oh yes, let’s stop there. Not these stars on tv, not the men I meet, or pictures of men. I really don’t want to see them at all. As far as I’m concerned I just want you to exist. By the very fact that you had the insight, wisdom, intuition, to analyze those “_______________” lyrics, puts you ahead of this rat race. Elvis would have appreciated that more than anyone in the world if he was alive then. You had the curiosity to look at those words and make them your own. Not only analyze the words, but share them with others. You found meaning in them. If you found meaning in that song, I’m sure you have a lot of meaning in your life. I’m just glad that you’ve let me be part of your life. It has been a sweet experience overall. I sit here and just laugh, I don’t really believe any of this really happened. How did I find you? I never prayed for you, how did you show up in my life. There wasn’t one cell in my body, that had any inclinations to do what I’ve done over the past several months. I guess this was a surprise from the man above. I think he wanted these facts put in the right order, not fragmented or distorted for me. What possessed me to tell you, a complete stranger, these things. It’s totally out of character for me. I don’t regret it, but I still don’t believe it. My family would have a fit. My brother Bert in Florida always taught us never to air our dirty laundry. Dirty laundry is quite an understatement. I don’t think even the super-size box of Tide Laundry Detergent could clean up the dirty laundry I aired. Bert will never know though. Not only that he doesn’t even know these facts, he left for Florida. I can’t even explain why I confided in you or what motivated my fingers to type. You know, Dear DJ, this has been tiring for me and must have been for you. Sometimes my head would hurt, sometimes my fingers from typing, my heart hurt a lot and my eyes from the crying. But I really feel better about all this. So any And just pour out my lyrics to the atmosphere and universe around me. When you send out good in the universe it will bless not just me, but our wonderful human race. If I’ve ever criticized anyone, I really love others or will try to.