Regrets, I've had a few. Oh to be able to say that with a straight face. It's not just that there've been more than a few but the ones that top the list can't easily be Step 9ed. I'm getting that it's curative when you can fit the regrets in with all the other stuff from over the years and laugh about them, almost. Strawberry Fields always reminds that I'm a rich man and never resorted to sociopathic ways to make it this far. The velvet lining on the borderline number was more than a little over the top but the carpet beneath our feet in the hallway at the Rio when we kissed balanced the playing field instantly. The dynamically good people whom I've not kept up with so that I could thank them and express appreciation for their contribution in my life story really don't need anything from me. So regrets are nothing more than hindsight that you should have played black instead of red. Couldof, shouldof wouldof .

Rihanna sings that she shouldn't be crying tears from weaker days and someone else sings there's a million ways to change your life. I don't sing anything, just these words for posterity - nothing to be afraid of.