How do you move twenty years...

In a month and a half...

Some one asked me a question at a bar one night. He said "If your house was on fire what would be the first three things you would grab?"

This question rings in my mind looking around my house but the answer is always the same...

Me, Ripley and Sasha, ever thing else can burn.

In reality I've got a lot of shit. It may seem like crap to other people but it's MINE.

People keep telling me to throw it all away. Really?

This does not set well with me.