As an Australian boy I was only exposed to F1 once a year, The Australian Grand Prix. With only a passing fancy, I supported Damon Hill and Williams at the ‘94 GP and saw first hand what the best of the best drivers will do for a victory.

During the ‘94 Australian GP, the final race of the season, Michael Schumacher was in position in front of Hill. With only a one point advantage, Schumacher needed to keep a position in front of Hill to claim his first championship. Making a mistake, Schumacher let Hill into a passing opportunity but rather then concede the place Schumacher drove his car into the side of Hill putting himself out of the race instantly while Hill retired in the pits from damage due to the accident. Waiting for Hill to make another lap, Schumacher learnt of Hill’s retirement from a marshal and the famous Schumacher smirk was seen around the world as he claimed the first of his 7 championships from the corner of Flinders Street. At 14, it was the first time I had ever witnessed what it takes to be a winner and I fell in love with motorsport.

Three years later Schumacher found himself in the same position, this time against Canadian Jacques Villeneuve. Schumacher was leading the Jerez GP in front of Villeneuve when he had trouble keeping pace. Buzzing all around the back of Schumacher’s Ferrari, Villeneuve dove down the inside of a corner to take the lead. Never one to concede a place, Schumacher drove into Villeneuve in the same fashion as he had to win the ‘94 championship but unfortunately for Schumacher his Ferrari only made contact with the side pod of Villeneuve’s car and Villeneuve drove on to become the ‘97 world champion.

Examples just like these are littered throughout Formula 1 history. The glory days of Senna, Mansell and Prost when teams like McLaren and Williams ruled produce endless lists of drivers doing what it takes to win and we remember them. We remember them fondly and wish F1 would be like that today.

Those days were by no means lawless. Drivers were just as heavily punished for rule breaches as they are today. Schumacher was harshly punished for his crash with Villeneuve in ‘97 but we don’t remember that. We don’t remember the grid penalties and fines, we remember the awesome racing. The passing, the crashes and the champions. Drivers threw the dice and accepted the consequences.

These days the drivers race to save money. The dollar (or Euro as it usually is) is more important than the victory. Gone are the passing manoeuvres we remember, replaced by a precession. Don’t go anywhere near another car or fear the reprimand waiting for you in pit lane. Small amounts of greatness are dragged through the media, chastised and spat out.

Mark Webber and Sebastian Vettel crashed during the Turkish GP earlier this year which created an endless supply of media attention. All because Vettel wanted to drive like his heros. The race lead was one place in front of him and he wanted it. Vettel moved up the inside of Webber and imitated his hero Schumacher by veering towards Webber in an attempt to scare Webber away from his position. Webber didn’t yield and both drivers crashed, Vettel out of the race and Webber finished a distant third. This is an example of a great racing manoeuvre. Fans should see this several times a race not once followed with 2 weeks of media bashing afterwards! The money loving precession junkies win again.

F1 setteled down till this week when come back kid Schumacher defended his tenth position against former team mate, Barrichello. Defending the middle of the straight, Schumacher drove Barrichello towards the barrier in an attempt to keep his position. The move failed and Barrichello took tenth place. What I thought was true Schumacher brilliance was rewarded with a ten place grid penalty for the next race which will no doubt put him at the back of the field and give him eight or so cars to pass while he makes his way to his rightful position in the middle of the field. The media and team managers threw up their in disgust. How dangerous, how shameful! Shameful is F1 not seeing passing as part of the sport.

F1 no longer has thrilling races when drivers need to apply in triplicate for the right to defend or pass for position. Bring back the glory days and let up on these drivers. Just because we can watch them in slow-motion and  measure every piece of precision doesn’t mean we have to regulate them like a hawk.

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Why is it now, a bit over a decade later, that we have lifted the curtain and reversed that trend so far the other way?

Far more prominent on Google than my attempts at keeping myself separate from jaso32 is that now jaso32 and Jason are one and the same. Google is generous enough to show you my whole life! My blog, my Facebook, Twitter, Formspring and most importantly Four Square.

Four Square is a relatively new geosocial networking site where you can record your activities. At the movies? Tell Four Square. On a boat? Tell Four Square. Four Square lets you record, in great detail, all your outdoor activities. Some other special features of Four Square let you share tips about venues and even offer reviews. Connect Four Square to Twitter and Facebook and you can share your adventures with an even bigger audience.

As a peer review application I love Four Square. Nothing makes me happier than warning people away from an awful Mcdonalds but Four Square has a much darker use, cyberstalking.

Initially I was a bit worried about the implications of posting my adventures but was quick to relax. I don’t know why I dismissed my worries so fast. Maybe it was the challenge of collecting Four Square badges, a method of retaining user interest, maybe it was the fun of social media. I don’t know why but like a million other Four Square users, I relaxed.

As an unemployed stay at home parent my routine is very open. I am rarely ever in the same place at the same time, unlike millions of worker. A few hours research into these people alarmed me. I noticed a few of these people regularly reported to Four Square their location and the awesomely stalkeriffic thing I noticed, they had patterns. I noticed one Twitter friend was always at the gym at the same time every day. Another was at a train station at the same time. The list grew. How easy would it be to follow one of these people, having never met them. A simple chat on Twitter could evolve  into something similar to the plot of a Hollywood thriller.

It certainly appears that the trend for owning your internet persona is increasing but who is pushing the move? Four Square is only 16 months old yet internet giant Yahoo has offered $125 million dollars US to purchase the service. Why? Geosocial media offers a wealth of consumer information. Shopping trends, eating trends and even transport trends are all worth major money. Information gathered could help sell the next Coke product or the next war. Every dollar built off the concept of marketing your thoughts.

If geosocial media is so controlling why do I regularly contribute? Seriously, I don’t know. For me I suppose it’s a way to snark at life. Thanks to Four Square, I’m the ‘mayor‘ of crazy town. I dont take it seriously and try to have as much fun as possible. With all these things considered, my only genuine complaint is I dont get a slice of that multi million dollar pie! Find me on Four Square or check me out on Twitter. Come on, it’s fun!

Do you over share on the net?

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Supanova is the biggest Sci-fi event to grace Perth. Starting only a few years ago, Supanova has grown to a giant event attracting nerds, geeks and the occasional girlfriend into a hot stinky expo centre at the usually vacant Perth Show grounds.

I start my journey into Supanova by waiting in line and checking into  four square. I don’t know why I’m attracted to 4 square, I’m usually the one making fun of it. Thanks to four square I’m the self appointed Mayor of Crazy Town.

Looking up from four square I find myself at the end of a long line. A long, long line. A long, long, long….. You get the picture. It’s not one line as such but two coming from two different directions. I suppose this is what the Supanova website meant when it said buy online and avoid the line at the door. This is about when I reach for Twitter. “Lines? I don’t wait in lines! #supanova” very closely followed with “I think lines will be the theme of today #supanova”. I didn’t know how true that statement was about to become.

Once inside Supanova I head on a set route. I’ve already examined the floor plan and even have a copy on my iPhones iBook app. I’m here for one mission and one mission only, talk to Eliza Dushku and ask her if she knows of The Watchers fan fiction group. For the mission to be successful I need Eliza herself on video telling my internet BFF and fellow Geek-Life writer Rob Kidman that The Watchers are awesome. A very tall order I know but one I am very confident about. I push the nerds aside and head towards my destiny!

Another freaking line? In order to get to Eliza you need a ticket. To get the ticket you need to buy it from the Supanova store. This line is easily 40 minutes long and snakes all around the room! Out comes my iPhone once again. “I wonder what is at the front of this line? #supanova” a pondering quickly answered by @faeriprincess who is also in the line somewhere. “Eliza Dushku”. She reminded me of my mission and kept me from leaving. A shout comes from behind me in line. It’s a Facebook friend I haven’t seen 15 years! Everybody is in this line it seems. It certainly feels long enough to have everybody in Perth in it!

The line is actually a great observation point for cosplayer spotting. Not every costume is a winner with the fattest Speed Racer in existence walking past, underwear casually rising up from his pants. I’m sure speed isn’t a normal part of his life. A much better costumed kid walks up to the Supanova Dalek. It’s a young time lord. His name is Ethan and I’m sure this is exactly what the Doctor will look like next time around.

Tickets in hand I start looking to use them. Quickly I find myself on the end of a line that finishes at the very beautiful Summer Glau, star of Serenity and The Sarah Connor Chronicles. Ten minutes later the line starts to dissipate right in front of my eyes. A less then enthusiastic Supanova volunteer has jumped in with a ‘This line ends here’ sign. “You bastard!” I shout but it falls on deaf ears with a little less then a shrug.

I wander nervously. I have just spent $150 on these tickets! Am I ever gonna use them? Wandering around Supanova I see many strange sights. Just about every cartoon, comic book and video game character has come to life and is wandering the halls. Once normal people have disguised themselves under shrouds and masks. Some have spent months perfecting their costume to the quality of a blockbuster movie, others have grabbed mum’s eyeliner 3 minutes before catching the bus. All wear their costumes with pride.

Overwhelmed I head back to the stars to find Eliza but she is at lunch. Already exhausted I find a place to sit and plan my next move. “I’m pitching a tent in the autograph area #supanova” was quickly followed on Twitter with “I can see Sailor Moons underpants! Upside to sitting on the floor #supanova”.

I watched a line form almost instantly in front of me, only out of curiosity I get in it. At this point I have nothing to loose, I’m never gonna find Eliza, she’s never gonna send a video message and I’m going home empty handed! Searching for a reason to stay I grab a friendly volunteer.

“Um. Excuse me. What is this line for?” I ask, hoping she doesn’t wonder why I would be standing in a line just because it was there.

“Photos with Eliza.” She replies with her new found authority. Two days a year she gets to push around nerds and she is loving every minute of it.

Success! I have found a way to Eliza! A photo! I have a ticket for that!

Casually I look down at my phone. ‘Hmmm 12.30.’ Yes I hmmmm when I think to myself. Don’t you? ‘Hmmm 12.30. Eliza is doing a panel at 1. How long am I going to be in this line?’ I already knew the answer. There was no way I would move from this spot for almost 2 hours. With the line forming fast behind me I stay.

‘I’m in a line that wont move for 2 hours with 2 guys from Adelaide #supanova’. I shared my time in the Eliza line with the 4 people behind me. 2 young guys from Adelaide, a girl who just wants to read and her tiny boyfriend, convincingly whipped to within an inch of his manhood. The 2 guys are great. They have traveled 3 hours by plane, booked into a hotel for 3 nights and spend countless hours in lines just to spend 13 seconds with Eliza Dushku. When I ask them about this they reminded me that as 20 year old guys they could do a lot with 13 seconds.

It was not long before reading girl started getting peeved. Standing in a line isn’t the easiest thing to when you are 5ft tall and reading. Everybody chooses her spot in line to pass through the line, constantly knocking her off her book. Seemingly out of no where she bursts out, “Alright! The next fucker that knocks me is getting kicked in the balls!” He tiny boyfriend shrugs while the 2 guys from Adelaide decide to help her by creating a wall around her with their 6ft bodies.

Just before 2 Eliza’s Dollhouse panel get out. The panel was for special ticket holders only. $450 was needed to get in that room and if you were lucky enough to have one of those golden tickets you were treated like royalty. The golden ticket holders quickly make a line next to us and it is clear we would be waiting way past 2.

I use this opportunity to tell those around me why I think that even though Serenity was a great film, Firefly was very lacking. At first I was met with a very hostile crowd, so hostile I was threatened with a violent encounter outside the safety of Supanova. Over time I won the support of onlookers because deep down, every Joss fan knows the Firefly was a very, very, very (don’t push your luck Jason), very poor effort. I’m glad to say that because of me, a few less people will waste their time with Firefly re-runs.

Finally the golden ticket holders have finished their photos with Eliza and our line is pushed up against the wall of the panel room. Over the wall we can all hear Lou Ferrigno reliving life as the Hulk between ‘78 and ‘82 when I shout “Speak up Lou!” over the wall. Lou, by sheer awesome timing, screams a big “Hulk smash!” down his mike. I’m sure that was meant for me.

As if Lou is the catalyst for line movement we start trundling towards the gap in the wall. I know on the other side is Eliza posing for photo after photo. Surprisingly I start getting nervous. What am I going to say, what’s going to happen? What about Rob? Eh, who cares about Rob! I’m about to be with Eliza Dushku. True Lies, Buffy, Tru Calling and Dollhouse. Oh geez, don’t forget Sex and Breakfast! Eliza Dushku! I’m afraid I’m going to sweat all over her.

There she is. Glowing. Stunning. Very Hollywood. As I take my place at her side I want to say something. “I had a huge crush on you in True Lies.” Why did I say that? It all disappears as I bend my knees and pose beside her. Being as tall as I am it’s natural to bend down when in photos with shorter people. As much of a reflex as catching a ball. She puts her hand on my shoulder and I place my hand on her waist. Her clothes feel so expensive, so light. She is so skinny I can just about put my hand right around her waist. She smells like movie star. Movie star sounds like a silly way to describe a smell but trust me, if you get the chance to be close to someone like Eliza, you will know what I mean.

My 13 seconds with Eliza are over. I leave. ‘Shit! Why did I say I had a crush on her in True Lies? Sounds like I love young girls. Surly she knows I meant when I was 14. Right? After all Eliza and I am the same age. She wouldn’t think? Nah. But….’ I sweat under the idea of Eliza thinking I should be on To Catch a Predator for more then a few seconds before I calm down. I’m so embarrassed.

I think my photo is the perfect example of fat geek writer vs prim and proper Hollywood actress. If she thinks she’s so cool, why isn’t she wearing a Back to the Future t-shirt?

Sometime between Eliza, Summer and the lines I met Dichen Lachman. I just call her Katya because that’s the character she played on Australian soap Neighbours. Dichen is great. She had plenty of time to talk and wasn’t shy of Neighbours gossip. We talked about my friend Rob and Neighbours. She was curious to hear about the Neighbours characters on Twitter, especially since her Neighbours brother, Zeke, is one of the Twitter profiles. She told me to say hello to Zeke from Katya and signed a photo for me. I hope Dichen has some success in her career.

More line waiting followed, this time for Summer Glau. Not to be stopped by the line ending volunteer this time I made sure to be very first in line. Being first is great but it does come with a lot of waiting. I was waiting so long for Summer that I got sick of the view my advantage point provided me. I was stuck, 3ft away from Eliza yet I couldn’t finish my mission. She was busy with other fans. I could only stare and dream of telling her about my friend Rob. Excuse the bad quality photo but I was so close to her I thought it rude to take the time to take a clear one.

Finally Summer sits down. She, unlike Eliza, is naturally beautiful and gorgeous with a intense look. You can tell she is a real character actor and doesn’t fall for Hollywood glamour. Summer spends her life in a movie set trailer not at Hollywood parties. She is someone you could be comfortable with at home eating Cheezles.

I brought something special for Summer to sign. I like to try and stand out, hopefully she might remember that one person that brought something different from the others. I brought my The Unit box set. Might not sound like much but Summer appeared as a supporting actor in the second season of The Unit as a young wife of a former soldier attracted by the money of private security in war zones.

I approach her feeling very comfortable and she warms to me instantly. Summer picks up the DVD with child like excitement. Memories of her time on The Unit seemed to fill her head as she looks up at me.”I’ve never seen one of these. This is so cool. So you um… Where should I write on this?” I tell her how great I thought she was on the show but I’m not sure she hears anything I say. She is so absorbed in her memories that she is lost in the DVD. Holding it with care, she doesn’t want to ruin it with her scrawl so she writes on a small bit of white space near the title. Summer hands it back. I’m not sure she knows I was even there. That’s the power of a memory.

Leaving Summer I quickly get on the end of Eliza’s dwindling signing line. Only a few seconds till I get to tell her about Rob. I’m sure she knows about Watchers. I do and I have never seen a full Buffy episode in my life. Closer and closer, it’s almost time!

It’s very rushed around Eliza. She has been sitting for a while. I should know, I was watching. Ushers walk the length of the line asking if everybody could write their name on their official Eliza signing voucher. I ask the usher to write Rob for me. She looks at me as if to say I don’t look like a Rob. I reassure her it’s for a friend. Almost pushed up in a rush I find myself face to face once again with Eliza.

“Hey Eliza, this is for my friend Rob. He works on The Watchers fan fiction.” I get the feeling that Eliza is all talked out. “Yeah, anyway they kept Buffy going after it finished. They have done quite a few seasons now.” Eliza seems genuinely surprised. “Really??? That’s crazy. Never heard of that. OK. Bye.” That was it. Rushed away. No video. I failed. Hours and hours of waiting and I walk away empty handed.

I feel empty. Walking out Supanova I see that I’ve been in the Supanova time rift for 6 hours. I’ve met a few great people, pissed off a few great people. Met some of sci-fi’s biggest names but ultimately failed. I guess I have to be happy with this consolation prize.

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Kept under a giant shroud of secrecy, a few Apple die hards have spent several months searching for and clue to the location and contents of the new store. No one looked harder than computer tech Adam Diminic. Adam spent the last year searching city records for any hint of what the new store may include.

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At 9am all was revealed with the enthusiasm of a product launch. The first 1000 people through the door were able to warm their frozen hands with a special edition Perth Apple store t-shirt while the rest kept their hands under their MacBooks.

The new store is presented with Apples trademark white minimalist look with a full glass frontage and aluminium throughout the store. Apples products are displayed thoughtfully though out the store on heavy wooden desks. Apple’s successful Genius Bar graces the back wall making it easy for everyone, including grandma, to get help on their email settings.

After all the hype had washed away everyone was left with two thought. Why didn’t we organize our 4square better to get a swarm badge and it’s just a store painted white.

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Aldous Snow has finally arrived on stage after keeping the audience waiting for over an hour. His triumphant return to the Greek after 10 longs years sold out through online sales in 10 minutes. The theatre is pumping and this reporter has goose bumps and singed arm hair from the pyrotechnic show.

Reports over the last few days suggest this awesome show of original rock from one of the last of the old school rockers almost didn’t happen with Adlous Snow involved in several seedy events between here and his home in London culminating with the destruction of a hotel room in Vegas and an appearance on The Today Show where Aldous swore on live TV and gyrated to his old school rock anthem ‘The Clap’. Parts of his appearance were edited from the west coast airing of The Today Show. The Today Show are still receiving thousands of complaints more than two days after the episode.

Watching Snow rock The Greek Theatre I feel transported back to that time ten years ago sitting in the nose bleed section of the theatre watching Snow and Infant Sorrow as a 20 year old with a passion for music. Back then I wanted to be Snow and at 30, nothing has changed. Snow’s chest revealing white suit and bandage style arm band ooze rock’n'roll. I can only imagine what sort of life this rocker has led. I can only hope that one day we get to see Snow’s life close up on the big screen. Even the events that brought him to The Greek over the last 72 hours would make a great film.

Aldous Snow and Infant Sorrow’s Live at The Greek Theatre ten year anniversary concert will be one to be remembered for years to come and I hope everyone takes the time to see recordings of one of the best moments in history.

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Get Him to the Greek in cinemas everywhere staring Russell Brand and Jonah Hill. Make sure you see it at least once in your life.

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I was once vigilant at OCD levels. Checking and rechecking to the annoyance of the people around me. That is no longer the case as I now forget things I’m in the middle of. My day is an adventure of flooding the bathroom from forgetting to turn off the water to misplacing things because I put them in the cupboard when they should be in the fridge or vice versa.

I wish I could be left alone to shorten my life by inhaling chocolate by the hand full and watching sport I don’t care for but those people wont go away. Those three short people and the tall woman who leads them.

I’m going back to work soon. I don’t know how that will go and I’m not very optimistic but I’ve sorted my bus ticket already. Now if I could just find some pants! The worst that could happen is I can’t keep the job but I’m not worried. Nothing ventured etc.

I remind myself of Floyd from the film True Romance. He best represents how I feel.

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The post was great. Crazy eyes photo, rude and overly honest. I waited for my new life partner. After a week, fat and desperate guy failed. Exciting finding. No woman in the Perth area will go for mister below adverage even though he is a factual representation of what you will actually meet in online dating sites and is the most honest description of myself!

Stage two. The embelished post we see all too often on dating sites. Slightly warmer photo, large exagerations of what I do and enjoy but with a bit of humanity. There are literally millions of profiles just like this one cloging up the intertubes. Will he do any better?

I wait another week. Nothing. NOTHING! OK now I’m a little upset. I understand why Mr Loser didn’t get the girl but I’m pretty cool in this one, aren’t I? So the photo isn’t the best but come on, not one? A criuse of the other profiles shows that there are many, many women closer to my first profile. Not one is interested? Pffffff.

I thought this would be a winner for sure. I start to think, what would I need to do to get a girl to approach me. How awesome do I need to be. How over the top brilliant? Try this……

OK lets review. No glasses. A shirt with collar. References to money. Still looking to have kids. Has no ties. Successful professional with ambition. Potentially a romantic. What is not to love about this guy? He is seriously too good to be true! Would you risk not contacting this guy, just incase he is for real?

This profile has now been active for three weeks. Not one bite! No messages, no links, no roses. Nothing! I went back through the whole site again. The testemonial, the help pages, the profiles. It was right there in front of me. Something I never thought. Women on dating sites still wait in the corner till a guy asks them to dance!

I don’t want to explore this idea by messaging profiles with my Doctor because it can only end in stalkers and I have enough of those! Is someone else able to shead a bit more light on this?

Someone once told me, girls thinking about meeting online should only approch guys though paid dating sites. This shows that the guys are interested enough to invest money into the relationship. Really? You are gonna judge guys on if they pay $9.95 a month dating membership? Nice work girls. You have shown us again what you really think is important.

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Please note that not all these ailments can be contributed to the accident. Some I have been developing for more then a decade from a previous condition. I take a heafty dose of pain meds to work through these.

Daily pain scoring 5 or above. (Pain existing before the accident marked with *)

Left Ankle.*
Left Knee.*
Left Hip.*
Right Knee.*
Right Hip.*
Lower Back.*
Right Neck.
Left Neck.
Right Shoulder.
Right Shoulder Blade.
Right Upper Arm (Along the Brachialis).
Right Wrist.
Right Thumb.
Right Index Finger.
Left Thumb.
Left Index Finger.

This stuff is never going to get any better is it? Téa says I wont be on the pain meds for ever. I’m not so sure.

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I remember staring, her red hair and pale makeup. I remember the smell of VO5. I remember wanting to be near her. I remember that washed out t-shirt she threw on our first night together. I remember laying on the floor checking my watch till I knew for sure I had missed my bus. I remember lying about forgetting to check the time. That is probably the best thing I ever did.

Every Spring when the temperature hovers around the high 20’s I think of her. I think of her every time I see Fanta or a hot dog. I think of her every time I smell musk. I think of her every time I use a computer or listen to Ben Folds. I think of her when I drive through Leederville, Dianella or Victoria Park. I think of her when I start my car.

It’s like a song that sticks in your head. One that returns and returns no matter how hard you try to ignore it. It’s a consuming thought that lies just below the surface. It’s the task that you have to finish, even if it takes all night.

My fingers tense and twinge in excitement. She is like Christmas morning before you unwrap the presents, hunting Easter eggs before your family gets up or checking your parents wardrobe for presents, days before your birthday.

It’s not that I fail to remember our life together and the many awesome changes, it’s that the first meeting is so intense that every sense of the moment is etched in memory forever. I can still touch, taste, smell and see it as if it is happening now. No matter what happens, I can never loose that. I never want to loose that.

I’ve found someone that gets it. All the shit life throws, all the bullshit people spew, all the mundane pointless crap that makes up existence. She gets it. I know when I hate something, she hates it. I know when I feel something, she feels it. I know when she senses something, I sense it. I feel like I know what she is doing at any minute of the day as if I was with her. I can feel her. She is connected to my soul.

I remember the very first moment I saw her. Why I hold back the tears thinking about it is beyond my grasp of feelings. I’m just a man, I don’t understand my feelings. I don’t question them either. I’m not sure if that is a fault but I’m fine with it. I use to be jealous but not anymore. I’m happy for her to be happy. I don’t need her to want me. I would love her to want me but only if she wants it. She will go far in this life. I never want to hold her back.

She is forever connected to me. She is in my kids and my dreams. Where ever she goes I will always have a part of her. I will never give it up.

Happy anniversary Téa.

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