When life lacks sentiment, memory provides much of to make up for lacking. With nastya...I was comfortable with her family despite...her last name. boy look where it got me. As of today...I got no excuses. She's comfortable with me, her last name don't matter because of...no further comment. So where does that leave me? A narcissist? No. I'm against narcissism that's even bigger than my ego. Who knows where time leaves me. Seems to be flying by last 24 hours. as far as king of new york, I don't sing yet eat pork. So as spoken of, where time leaves me. I don't lie. That's one thing I've been afforded by sickness....ability to never do so.