You Know What They Say, The High

It's Frustrating In The Sense That I Still Think I Could Be Competing At Some Sport At A Fairly High Level, Which Nobody Cares About. Nobody Wants To Hear Me Say That.

At The End Of The Day, If There Was Indeed Some Body Or Presence Standing There To Judge Me, I Hoped I Would Be Judged On Whether I Had Lived A True Life, Not On Whether I Believed In A Certain Book, Or Whether I'd Been Baptized. If There Was Indeed A God At The End Of My Days, I Hoped He Didn't Say, But You Were Never A Christian, So You're Going The Other Way From Heaven. If So, I Was Going To Reply, You Know What? You're Right. Fine.

I Want To Finish By Saying That I Intend To Be An Avid Spokesperson For Testicular Cancer Once I Have Beaten The Disease. I Want This To Be A Positive Experience And I Want To Take This Opportunity To Help Others Who Might Someday Suffer From The Same Circumstance I Face Today.

We Each Cope Differently With The Specter Of Our Deaths. Some People Deny It. Some Pray. Some Numb Themselves With Tequila. I Was Tempted To Do A Little Of Each Of Those Things. But I Think We Are Supposed To Try To Face It Straightforwardly, Armed With Nothing But Courage.

I Didn't Live A Lot Of Lies, But I Lived One Big One.