Kids you gotta read this is my history from the age of sixteen when my nineteen year old brother was killed in a car accident and I freaked out. Now at the age of fifty two I am just getting it back together. I laugh about being a rodeo clown and dragging God with me on my own death wish. He got the last laugh, I am still here. I laugh while I cry and cry while I laugh. But hey That is after all the life of a rodeo clown.