Wasn’t that long ago I was homeless for five years. Did it by choice — dropped out, hated society. Still do, frankly. Figured I’d never marry, either.

Now look at me. It’s completely insane. Own a house outright, married a dream of a woman. Bookshelves, a desk, pounds of beef in the freezer, britches, boots, heat, a kiss in the morning time — I’m living like a prince.

I don’t deserve it. Fully expected to die an unceremonious death in a ditch somewhere. Almost craved self-immolation, I guess, but it never came. What I feel now is a mix of shock, bafflement, and a level of gratitude I simply cannot express.

There’s also a strong, strong sense of: “What the hell do I do now?” Not sure that it’ll ever completely leave me.

Never give up, folks. I guess if you just keep on waking up, surprises will come. Hell if I know what the next ten years will bring. Big thanks to those of you who are coming along for the ride — I owe you the world.