You think you know, but you have no idea...
Tonight I met a man. A seven foot tall man (that's right, 7'0"). It was his 50th birthday. His name is Terry. People call him "Stretch". He's a nice man who seen and done more things than most people who live into their 90's. He's from guelph but lives in the Muskokas. His dad sold machines to a famous dude (I forget his name, fitz-something). He told me a story about preventing a drunk DD from driving people home, and that he saved those 6 people's lives. I believe him. He said life is just a bunch of memories, and I agree. We danced and sang to "Young Americans" and I wished him another 50 years of memories. He says "I'll see you here in 50 years then".