Every one of us has a unique story. From that story and the experiences within it, each of us has a take on life that nobody else shares. We say and hear it said all the time: life is short. At 44 I’m becoming increasingly more aware of my own mortality, something like many, I never gave much thought when I was younger. Most likely, I’ve walked well over half my path in life. It seems like a waste to kick the bucket without leaving something written down about my experiences so I can share what I’ve learnt from them. It’s rich and conceited to think that anyone else will get anything out of this, or that by doing this I am leaving an indelible eternal mark on the universe. I can hope though that it will serve as a sort of catharsis that helps me deal with the skeletons and cobwebs in the closet of my past. My name’s J.C. Love. This is some of my story and the ruminations of an unbridled brain…