What keeps an old depressed man going? My wife of over twenty years, Debbie, has been my rock and I would take a bullet for her. I would crawl through broken shards of glass for her as she would for me. We are tied to the same rope, the same love we’ve had since our chance encounter. For me, life is serendipitous. I see no God reaching his finger down and stopping the slaughter of children, the rape of women, and the unspeakable collective Catholic molestations. If ever there was a God he’s skipped town and is now living on an island paradise as a sea turtle. Sea turtles are smart and non-aggressive. The earth is my home and always will be until my body is purified by the crematorium fire. My ashes will be blown in the wind whipping through Cape Hatteras for I am a fish and I must return from whence I came.