Counting down the minutes.....

Have you ever wondered what it must feel like sitting on death row waiting for the day you walk down the green mile, sit in a chair, take a deep breath, then ZAP it’s all over. Sitting here typing, watching the clock slowly tick down to 12, I think I might have a tiny idea of what they go through. Beside me, my left over McDonalds is getting cold…. my last meal, my expensive dog and loving (loving = crazy) wife will be the only witnesses when the clock final reaches 12:01, and the switch is flipped. It will be all over…no fan fare, no parade, not even a Priest will bless my future journey. What could I have done to prevent this? Can’t I have one more chance? Does it have to be this way?
I already know the answers, but asking the questions make's me feel better. It will all be over soon. I knew this day would come eventually, there’s nothing I can do to stop it, I brought this on myself and I must now live with the consequences. There’s just nothing I can do to stop the clock and prevent the inevitable.

I just need to convince myself that turning 30 is not a death sentence, its just the beginning… of the end….I heard someone say that 30 is the new 25, I wonder if that’s true….I guess I’ll find out. I thought of some of the things I get to look forward to now…..Viagra, Hemroids, hair loss (or more hair loss as the case may be) saying “when I was your age….”, sore knees, back, arms, legs, head, ass, nose etc…., rocking chairs, farting, yelling at kids to get off my lawn, and the always enjoyable… laxatives…

The last 9 years 364 days have been good to me, I went to school, I found work, I got married, I stayed married, I got a dog, I flew said dog literally half way around the world, I’ve worked in Vancouver, Winnipeg, Moncton, Halifax, Montreal and Brisbane, I’ve worked in tv, films and games, I stayed married….., I made some awesome friends (only a few, friends cost money) I haven’t gone to jail, I’ve never tried drugs, and I have most of my hair. Who knows what’s going to happen over the next ten years, but if its as good as the last ten years then I have nothing to worry about. I don’t know where I’m going, but I know where I have been, and if that’s any indicator of what’s to come then its going to be a sweet ride.

Steve (bring on 40) Dickinson