My mother always told me to live my life to the fullest so I would never have any regrets, especially at the point of death. I listened.

I didn’t marry and settle down until I was 55, providing me ample time to shame, embarrass and exhaust myself. Over the years, I got myself expelled, incarcerated, drafted, detoxed and divorced.

I also jumped a lot of bones. ?

In my life, I never missed an opportunity to exhibit my foolishness. I have stepped on stage ill prepared, too high and too cocky. It showed.

I pissed through my life savings and drew the scrutiny of the IRS, Visa, Master Card and American Express.

In 1990, I moved to Arizona by myself and sold nuclear medicine on nothing more than a GED. I always found myself in the deep end of the pool and seemed to perform swimmingly.

So now that we are besieged with uncertainty, anxiety and fear, I will have none of it. I’m not suicidal, but I will not do this dance. Whatever happens, happens. I’ve been through too much and too little.

The excitement, travails and near death experiences of my life have left me satiated at this table.

I can’t think of any page I haven’t turned. In short… I’m good.

That being said, I will not mask up or contain myself unless ordered to do so. My current two jobs put me right on the firing line and I won’t quit until they do.

My thinking is, if I am in danger of losing my life, especially at my age, now is as good a time as any. My upper lip is stiff and I am ready for anything.

No regrets.