the furniture, the courses, the losing weight, the clothing and the house all came too late to be valuable to anyone. everything in my life comes too late to be enjoyed. so i guess the men and friends will as well. I will be too old to have a baby and too sick and too old to even have a sex life, everyone has stolen everything good from me, the vultures have just left an empty shell for me of heart ache, and that fat little mongie turd bully bum kelly and her husband spastic garry and her controlling bullying and those spastic choirs and those spastic churches full of nutcases and tards and ego maniac senile old farts who are of no good to society at all were the finish for me. i am sick of spastic people having too much power who don't have a clue of what they are doing, joyce didn't have a clue of what she was doing with me. she could have done a lot more to help me. senile old crow