I've lived many years, some have said I've lived many lives, maybe so. I've lived in many places, seen some wild shit and have been lucky to have had the love of a few good women. I've made many friends and acquaintances over the years and they have, knowingly or not, supplied me with many stories. I think they're mostly lies, but who cares? Most of the stories have been told later at night, after the cards have been put down and the bottles are emptying. Some stories are mine, others I've made