I am a husband, father of three great boys and and have two dogs. One's name is Cash because he is black and I miss Johnny. The other is named Charlee because I thought she was a boy when I named her and found out latter I was mistaken. I laugh loud and cry hard. I've broken allot of bones, been severely burned, sat on a large nail, been eaten by a German Shepherd, trampled by a horse and had a hole drilled through my forehead but nothing compares to the pain of a friend's betrayal. More latter... or something totally different. Who knows?