44 years, one trick knee, two marriages, deaths, disasters, 2 minor car wrecks, 3 new cars, 5 junk cars, one house, 44 Superbowls, 6 apartments, a few random lovers, two great loves, one broken heart, a billion cigarettes, 7 or 8 jobs, 117 credit hours, countless battles and scars, and one signature later – I am officially a grown up.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be in this place, at this time.

It was never supposed to be my job.

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