In all the wrong places... sounds like a record, doesn't it? Isn't it? The story of my life, a broken record. Broken... Sometimes I wonder, I was born into love, I felt great love growing up in my family. I was loved and felt loved, and gave love, and got shit back. Seriously. I tried a grown up kinda love in 1976 when I got married for the first time. That only lasted 18 months before I discovered he was living with someone else. So you pick yourself up and dust youself off, and keep walking. Life is so much more then that.