Your lost and alone, and got no wheres to go. Can't escape your past, can't run this torment. Scared to sleep, to alone to drift. Only warmth is the highway This is the highway song, where there is no right or wrong. Leaving on a curve with many paths. A paradox of choices. Eighty Eight days to swing on by, passing this time. Eighty Eight heartbreaks to cry. This Tribute to a society upon wreck and chaos. You and me will all go down in history with this highway and this fire.

She is the one for me, the feeling different from alone. Sends a burst of euphoria all through my bones. Always on time, never late. This girl could never make a mistake. She's full, and vibrant, pale with a glow. Always seeing her is a delight. Reliable and always on time. My equilibrium of whats wrong and whats right. Could it be love at first sight? or am i love struck but her smile tonight. Well i could play this game and give it a try. Cause i know my girl, the Moon is just right.

I'm invisible, a shadow, to you i am not realy there. It's like speaking to a deaf person spilling it all out, speaking to deaf ears, always getting a respinse. For me, its trying to playing catch with the blind. Doing open heart surgery in the dark. Really i am just wasting my time.

This Loneliness, this void. My mental block This invisible wall, this emptiness, this dark fall. Killing me, that of a venomous arrow wedged into my heart it's poison seeping,consuming,destroying, the happiness inside Now just cold,Corrupted,Grey. The Once happy Comedian has hardened,Stone,turned that of Tragedy Put on this new mask, wear it like my skin. The Smile frozen in place underneath never to truly be seen again. Leaving me alone, letting me go, I'm broken that of eggs to a wall. Every day alone i feel like im drifting further out to sea. Feels like my beat is crippled, broken and gone. My boat sinks under the waves. **I'm like an invisible Shadow that no one can see. Picking up the pieces, knowing its only ever going to be me. **Can't wait for this highway, maybe i will find me.

Sometimes It feels as if the sun had fallen out of the Sky. The rain just doesn't stop and someones thrown a curve ball right into your teeth. Sometimes life's just a straight up bitch and kicks you where it hurts, and keeps going back to that place. The last week has been Monumental. I am glad we had the honor to talk to Kyra's mom before she passed away from Cancer. We decided to change the run from Diabetes to Cancer, Since Cancer hits home hard for all of us. I know this run is meant to be for this cause, and now we have a fuel. A never ending flame to our fire. An ispiration. I hope, throughout the running, training, blood, sweat and tears. We make a difference. we bring hope to families like this, and others out there. I Dedicate My Beard Which i will grow from this day forth in Memory of Kyra's mom. This Mofo will not get Shaved until we are back from the run. Period. NO Exceptions. My Hair goes out to every Cancer Survivor, my Mom, baba, Marissa And everyone else who has given cancer a shift round house kick to the box. Good Job and keep fighting. I dedicate every one of my Miles to the ones suffering, and those whom lost the battle. Every torn muscle, tear, and time i want to give up i will remember those who are no longer with us. Dad, Uncle Tom, and everyone else. I hope to kick some Serious ass. If i have to Crawl back to Winnipeg. The Run Will be Done. - Steve

You know When i first on to do this run My goal was to change the world, see it's true colour and try to paint it a brighter colour. Make my mark to try and improve the world. I saw the world as a dark and cold place with my experiences in life how could you not? But i over looked the good stuff in life always focusing on the negative of life and trying to change that. Like Lazy Sunday's waking up in the late afternoon, Need i name such a perfect day? Muffins by the Bakers dozen, Oreo cookies, and just loafing around with friends. The good stuff that we commonly take for granted and over look. See There's always a light in the dark, and i guess you could say i never saw that before. I wanted to change the world. But I have found that the only thing i can be sure of changing is myself. Turns out we all change the world, since you and i were all born. People we meet, talk to influence we all make a difference in peoples lives and everyone we meet. We are the change we want to see in the world. The good the bad and the ugly at times to. But that's life

Ive just come to realize a few things in my life, with a path set before me i must go and find myself, find out who i am really. Look deep into my soul and find out these answers. knowing now that the one i did love, just turned out only to be there to break me down, sculpt me into what i am today. mere attempts to break me into small fragments, bits and pieces of a man. If it were'nt for her i would have never known my dark side. i would have never known how to hate, how to questions ones life. i would have never have known what it was like to nearly do the deed. Knowing that i will never feel that warmth again, that connectivness, that feeling the touch of two souls for a moment intertwined into one... The feeling i am addicted to, the feeling that i will never have again. But then again i was shown some light, at the end of the tunnel there's always a light. Turns out that light happens to be friends. Does'nt matter how close to death, broken, or evil you are. how depressed, or lonely...theres always a friend who wants to play baseball. I remember the day i should have killed myself. October 23rd 2008. That was the longest walk home i ever took. The day she took my heart and stomped the life out of it, the day i knew she was done with me and realized i had nothing. Where was i to go? i wasn't welcome at my home for my treachery i pulled on my mother. The family i once had, that i turned my back on. I just kept walking... I was on The Disraeli bridge watching the current, its brown waters glistening, the fidget cold waters, they moved so freely not tied down, moving ever so gracefully. I wanted to feel that, feel that freedom once again. When i got a flashback of being a kid riding my first bike...why i dont know... but the significance kept me staring. When my phone kept ringing and ringing and ringing surprisingly it was my mom brittany had called the house because i left adruptly my mom was worried. She cam and picked me up, i still havent told her why i was on that bridge to this day. As my day progressed all i could think about was dying and how i felt so empty, like all the happiness in the world was taken out of it and that there would never be a sunrise again. How it felt like the end of all time and the only person here was me...alone in this dark cold abyss. Just me and my room, a cold dark cell. When i felt like the world was caving in, a light came in from the end of the tunnel. I decided out of the blue to call an old friend one whom i hadnt talked to in nearly a year. Justin, at first he thought it was a practical joke that i wasnt serious that i wanted to come out to hang out. If it werent for him inviting me out to baseball i would have to say i would not be here writing this today. You can never tell a true friend how thankful you are to have them, especially when they are always right. So what more to say than i owe you one? things have changed since i got an extended lease on life, a second chance. ive made attempts to make this world a better place, feed the homeless help the poor and ultimatly fight the evil i have become self aware of. So any good that comes of me you only need to look in a mirror and thank yourself, for it were my friends in the end who shown me the light and thus created the man i am today. I know why women can't love me, or even get close to me for that matter. For loving a broken man is like loving a fire. I don't have anything to give back because it was all taken away. Why waste my time with a woman who is just going to leave me when my city doesn't move? a city may not be able to love me, hug me , or for the matter even cuddle. But at least for for when i do die attempting to make a difference she will hold onto me. Now i know why she doesnt like me, heck now i know why any one could'nt. I still may be broken in some places, may still lack a soul. But it is out there somewheres on this road to redmeption............ Somewheres.

You know, as i sit here and ponder my pety existence in this vast universe. Die a little more as the seconds tick away, that much closer to just death. I start the wonder, would anyone notice if i left? If i kicked the fucking bucket? fuck... people hardly notice that im here to begin with. No incoming calls, no incoming text... i stop texting them i dont exist. I stop calling i dont exist. I sat in my room and waited for the hope that someone out there new i was alive, new i existed... Nothing. I got a call from work telling me i was late the next day. So it makes me think does anyone actually care that i exist? Is there even a reason for me to exist anymore? Fuck Im going. And i thought i could do something with my life, you know i defiantly got ahead of myself. Fuck it anyways no one really cares, no ones really there its just me and this computer and my empty words on deaf ears. it's just me and this computer no one else is there. it's just me and this computer no one else really cares. it's just me and this computer it's just me it's ....

For the last few days, ive just been sitting here, and awkwardly thinking in depth about my past. Mainly my failures in life not knowing why... well until now that is. Looking back on my childhood, when my dad walked out on me, lied to me about where he was going... than boom gone forever... just another allusive figure in this illusion we can life. Than he went and died.. bastard.. Regretting alot of my younger years... when i was a little monster of a child bullying kids... Christ... i did have anger problems and i sure did suppress alot.....alot Vividly remembering my struggle with my weight when i was younger to.... i dont know why this is all coming back to me... dont know why. My past is haunting me perhaps? did i do that much wrong in my past? Let my dad walk out, torture kids... eat it all away? Perhaps its my past relationships? i didnt learn much from them except there is no such thing as love. It's a one sided Illusion played with the mind. To think that warm feeling was love... rediculous... it was just my soul being torn out bit by bit.... I want to think im a good person... but i know im not. sure i go out at night and stop petty crimes, maybe aid in an arrest.. help a homeless man or two. But what good is it when my past is a burden on my back? weighing me down....

What a perfect Illusion. You made me feel like you loved me, You pretended to care. You listened to me and my stories about my dad and how hard it was to let go. YOU fucking pretended to love me. Fuck.... I am never going to trust a woman again. My Fatal Desire. I reached out for you. Again and again Just to get constantly get hurt on this roller coaster you called a relationship and what i called hell. I sacrificed everything, family,friends, my life. I gave you my soul, my heart on my sleve. and I knowingly throughout the relationship let everything slide. YES i knew about everything, And im venting now my overwhelming hate for you is that of the fire in hades itself. I knew about the secret dates when you were mad at me, The "I cant hang out im with my mom" meanwhile you were out with guys. Fuck i even knew when you cheated on me... but i still kept my head up trying to show you i loved you unconditionally. The man without controll, the man without a soul, the man with no heart YOU took it all. I really hope he treats you as bad as you did to me. I really just hope so... I never wish anyone badly BUT you.

1) Actually Go To Gym and get in shape to be done by April! (The In Shape and Down to 240-230) 2)Actually Start My Suit 3)Hold a First meeting of "Council of Justice" or COJ 4)Go to School

It's a new year and i am looking forward to it. Alot of new adventures, new obsticles,some old ones, but my major one is done with i got that Harlot out of my life and im starting fresh. I am not going to worry about women, im going to let them come to me. Even mentally with that settled i still have that bad feeling i am not going be around much longer, Theres just something telling me to get ready. The fact that i dedicate a good portion of my time watching out for people, and the people who cant will prolly be its forthcoming. I feel the goverment does not like Heroics or someone who helps the homeless. Fuck them they can't stop this, they only add to the CHAOS. The fact that my dream i had i was in Allusion fields well that kinda makes me wonder. Who are we really? Who am i? What am i?... The fact that i was wearing Armour, Black with silver lining, and the sword was shorter like easily a dual blade, and i felt secure in the field, felt like i have been there before It all made me think alot about it, made me wonder about it. Maybe it's a memory from a past life, or one that never finished. HOW do i know im not like Wolverine? He cannot remember anything because of emotional scars... i have the same problem, when my dad walked out i had problems remembering. I just wonder what it means... am i dying? is it a sign im dying? or is it telling me to get ready to have an epic final brawl?

In life we face obstacles, some big, some small, and some fucking impossible to overcome. But somehow we always manage. In life were faced with a constant shit storm, Weather it be at your job, home, or with your relationship Something always comes to roundhouse kick you. What i have learned in my time so far may not be much but ive gotten my fair share of roundhouse kicks through windows. What i learned is the simple fact that do not get to attached to anyone cause they have a tendacy to die when you do and thats a 4x4 to the back of the head. I learned from all my relationships, Just be yourself, Don't put on a show to be someone your not. Love with all your heart even if they shoot it with arrows. Don't give up at the first sign of trouble always try. I also learned if the girl is full of herself and thinks the world revolves around her, and that things are always her way and you should live in a cave with her like Tony Stark and do everything imaginable for her without a thank you BITCH PLEASE you gotta Peace it. I learned that if you don't like something in your life change it, Weather your sick of Managing a restaurant or just plain and simple found out you just don't like Managing Change it than. Preferably being a Grunt is a good think. But getting demoted to grunt from Manager is a no go. I learned sometimes your not as bulletproof as we all seem. Words are like arrows, and hot oven doors are well hot and tend to leave a flesh wound. I learned trying to better the world and help others doesn't seem to help. People will always be conceded and selfish, So don't try to be a hero in the world that doesnt want one =( And finally when we all finally leave this place we all know the song we want to go out on. Lion the 1986 Transformers movie 1987 soundtrack, Pain Killer- Judas Priest , Never Going to give you up- Rick Astley Someone when the time comes RICK ROLL MY FUNERAL.

I loved you with an uncontrollable passion, with a fire burning in my soul, I loved you. The World was on fire and all i saw was you. You turned your head with that crooked smile. The venom of lust running down your mouth, your eyes full of rage, full of hate. You sing your song of the siren, and take control of me. Like a man of the sea i am helpless. Like a slave to his master i have no control. With the days ever long, and the abuse getting longer. Your venom slowly puts out my fire. I am now cold, my insides turned to ice. I am nothing but just this shell. But still you persist with your ways. Still you will always be the same

I am the warden to my own prison. The guard to my own hell. I lock myself in this cell, paying for a crime not due. With her words like daggers, a murder so cold my soul turns to a bitter ice. With her hate, i was killed in the night, a slow day by day death. With this blame, with this hate, this false guilt. Bestowed the poison of her words brainwash and corrupt. Loosing sight loosing touch, loosing feel. The cell becomes my home, it becomes my haven of abuse. Her words reminisce in my mind, the names ricochet like bullets to the heart. The abuse leaves the bruises internally. I am finished The Abuse becomes a constant fear, a constant occurance. The Abuse makes me numb. Like a prisoner in my cell, i endure.

Her aim is steady, she knows her prey well. The siren never misses, She always hits the heart. With her song so sweet, and her looks of a goddess She lures her prey in. The prey, but a simple man, tall and thin. The working class,A man of the sea Just a Kind man about his business on the sea. The Siren waits to fire, he is nearly in range. Poison drips from the arrow, a this love of a venom she lets loose her weapon. The prey is hit, another one down. For her its just a game nothing more. The siren with her tricks, playing and taunting. Placing a false love in his heart, and infection it more. The man is weak, not understanding. His head spinning, with confusion of the venom. Is this his love? The one he once knew? This Siren who sang him their love song. The Siren, but winning plays a little more. Ripping his family and friends, away from his soul The man becomes colder and quite. He sits beside her like a rock. The venom now runs deep inside him, torturing and taunting. Transforming him to this hardened stone. The months do past, and he does harden. A mock of a site for all that see. Finally Within himself, after the months of torture. This pain, this hate, this love was not much. The false claims, the battles. All for nothing If it were a love... Would be now be this stone? If it were a love.... Would the Siren be with him and not the other men? If it were a love... Would he be so alone? The siren returns and visual stories of two other men. How they were nothing and how he was everything. How he was perfect, and all good hearings. With the lies he hardens and falls. The man slips away into the sea. Their love is that of the ocean now rock and water. The rock sinks ever fast with the fast current. He is free.

Well i was solomy just going to write about my past relationships in this chapter but fuck it. This one is just about the last one. I cant believe i wasted 3 years and 11 months of my life. I don't think a guy in the history of men was as dedicated as I. To be honest i now absolutly knowingly in my heart Hate her, Yes HATE. I dont even hate my father but dear god do i hate her. The world is a rough place as is, The guys today do not treat there women right, there are the rare few. Sadly i am one of them. I was dedicated to the bitter end, but blinded by love. I feel as tho i was nothing more than just a fuck to her. Just a toy to yell at, put down, abuse, Use. Here is my story. Things were good for oh say a week, untill she decided she Doesnt like my friends. Why? because they are women. So of course thinking out of nothing i chose to cut them out to show im dedicated to her. Do i get a thanks? No. Its not even acknowledged but in turn USED against me in fights with rediculous remarks that "I was dating them" Fuck seriouslly? Chill. That carried on till my 18th In which SHE ruined out of her selfish rage. Cause a girl she claimed i liked cause i looked at her was in the room. And She claimed i liked this girl for months... Meanwhile i did EVERY Fucking thing to prove to her i was her man, that i was never going to leave. I wrote her notes, i made her cards, i wrote her poems, i showed love to the extreme But no... I was still an asshole, i was like every other guy. I started to believe this... I got a total of 5 notes from her with words of lies, i could tell her words meant nothing and that she was NEVER willing to go out of her way for me. I gave up 2 jobs, Rona, and Olive Garden for her. I had to give up my good Friends Corey, Gougan, Justin, Rob, Jake JUST because she didnt like them. I had to give up my family because she didnt like them. It was at the point that i had to walk with my head down, couldnt look at other women, couldnt look at the TV when they were on. i couldnt look at books that had them on them. I was a slave. I was abused. I got called every name in the book. But i still loved her to death. I was to dedicated way to blinded by love. But regardless i was still an asshole, like every other guy. I was an asshole when i ended up in the hospital two times with Anxiety attacks and minor heart attack. I was still an asshole when i found that cat with you and regardless of my severe allergy to them and how i couldnt breathe at night i was still an asshole. I was still an asshole when i stayed up late to write to you, draw for you and miss work to see you. I was nothing to you, i was just a toy. You had fun doing what you did breaking me down, Taking everything away. Sure you had problems in the past but you went out of your way to hurt me. You took your past out on me. You made sure i was blammed for everything. You were the worst girl friend in the world. But i loved you unconditionally. After all the names, after the multiple break ups, after the "your a fucking asshole" rants, after the Glenn was better than you, OR telling me you wanted to go back to him. I still loved you. But than i realized something... I keep giving, and giving and giving... But never getting back. When i said i loved you i ONLY got "you to" What the fuck does that mean? so what if you like the band do you love me? No. You crossed the line with rediculousness when we were ON a BREAK. When i told you i needed time to breathe and get some air to sort shit out BECAUSE I WAS GOING TO RUIN MY LIFE BY PROPOSING. Yea i was going to fuck up that bad but hey you did it for me, YOU did everything you acoused me of doing. Went to the bar, met a guy, got his number and of course plastered it on Facebook. Your a bitch and i hope your hurting cause you lost the only guy that would ever treat a girl like you right. I truthfully regret ever dating you, or even getting your number. You will never change, your life will only revolve around you and your materialistic ways. I hope i opened your eyes not all men are assholes, But its the Self- centered bitches like you that TURN THE GOOD ONES INTO ASSHOLES. But no i will not do what you want me to, i will still treat women with respect and regretablly keep moving on. Will i ever talk to you again? I pray to the gods not. I pray to God and every force of good and evil we never see each other again cause i will most likely spit in your face. Exactly what you have done to me. In end, I have learned alot every women i have dated has either hurt me to the extreme, cheated, beaten, abused me, or just used me. I have not met a decent girl with a good head on her shoulders, and im beginging to doubt there is one out there. I am giving it one last shot but if it turns out to be nearly as bad as the last sad excuse for a being... I am done. I now know Love is blind and truley wondering what Love is? I thought i felt it with Brittany... but Love should'nt only be about one person BITCh

Sometimes life's being a bitch can get us when we least expect it. Some of us are lucky with life. Friends, Family, Money, Cars the "top notch" life stlye than there are the others. This is my untold story. The True story of my life, a tale of deceit, heart break, and betrayal and ultimatly my demise. My favorite part of Greek mythogly is the Phoneix, even in death it got new life. Like myself i have lived through hell, battled on and came back for another round, thats right moterfuckers im still here! But it seems my life contradicts itself, with brutal irony one moment, and the next a blissful happy scene with flowers and bunnies. The last time i could actually recall feeling anything but the pain of what i call today was more recently. my friends saved myself from my own destruction from going down my path of what i do. The last time i ever felt so good about myself was july 1993, before my life went into this battle ground. The first piece of helplessness was when i watched my father walk out on me and my family, i let him leave. July 23rd 1993. I can still hear his last words "I'm only going to an AA meeting, i will be back in the morning to play power rangers bud, I promise" Those words resignate in my mind still to this day, the pain of such a loss at a young age, the abuse he placed on my mother. When ever he came back it was with the names, the hitting. I built a hate towards this man, an inner rage. I ate my pain away at a young age, by 5 i was 130 pounds and had a big ol bottle of hate building. With the years going by and my hate for my father only growing more and more as the days went, Wondering why dont i have a dad their to play baseball with? to teach me how to skate? why? Just a world of whys? And which every why i had came a detiontion... i was the school bully in elementary my rage and hate were on the brink of destroying everything. I was finally changed in grade 5 when i was put in a program for troubled youth, i became captain of the patrols the year later. With such a change in my life, a positive one my confidence was higher than ever. but my weight was bottom line dangerous. By grade 7 i was 310 pounds. Every pound had its story, its pain... its hurt. No girl would look at me, not even talk without laughing. I felt helpless. Than i met football and oh the thing called extremist. I took drastic Measures that first year, i was down to 230 by grade 8, i starved myself and nearly died because of it. Because i believed in a system where i had to be skinny to be attractive. Another passion i had was theatre, it helped me vent in that i didnt have to live with being me, i could be someone else. it was my mask. It let me pretend i had everything i didnt. Finally a day that forever changed me... July 23rd 2003. the death of my father for the second time... i recgret this day for one thing. I lied to alot of people of my final moments with my dad. No i did not have a thumb war with him, no i did not call him names, nor did i forgive him. I just sat there looked at him. And simplt said “What the fuck” and that was all, i touched his face the cold skin yea not cool, the sounds of life support i feel however will forever stick in my mind.

Do you have a friend thats been in an Abusive relationship? Well Im a guy and yes i have been in one. I didnt think it could happen, well to me anyways. I never had luck with women to begin with but i did not deserve this. My soul was literally pulled out and stomped on. her name was Brittany, and she has issues. She never let go of her past and had this tendancy to take it out on me, She had it in her mind ALL men are the same so they must ALL cheat, and Must ALL want only sex. Boy did i ever prove her wrong. I dont think a guy could ever love as much as i did, could ever dedicate as much as i did. I dont think someones been nuts like me... Day after day with the names "Fucking Asshole, Bastard, Cheater" The usual Bit or being acussed of liking a girl that walks by. I was in pure shock when it started to happen i tried to help her but it turns out i was the "bad guy" Have you had one of those days where it feels like time stops, the world around you just doesn't exist. For a moment it just slows down and you slowly see your world crumbles as the Chaos consumes you? No? Well let me tell you about the day mine did. Good ol' October 20th Yet another day, the abuse. The hurt, the "What the fuck, i'm still alive? Those fucking advil should have knocked me out" Kinda days. Of course it was a day that forever change my stance with everything. Brittany and I were on the rocks as is with her calling me every name in the book and constantly putting me down i was giving up. We were watching a simple TV show when i asked a question, Bam. My head gets torn off like a lion in the cage blood hits the wall "Your such an asshole, your like every other guy" she yells "Do you even love me?" The words pierce my soul like a dagger to the flames. "I see, well i know where the door is." What a way to send off on? dont you think? I just stood there like day after day with the abuse... let it keep coming the daggers to my heart, the poison to my mind. Then i just simply walked. Two days have gone by, almost our Anniversary date. NO calls... NO text. Alright im thinking i did nothing wrong, shes the one who was treating me like a floor mat and i stood up for myself. I'm about to leave for work when i get a call. I am told to come pick up my stuff. One hour later i arrive with 3 garbage bags full of my stuff from her house. No good byes, not apologies, just my bags. Were we broken up? Were we on a break? Where were we. I thought it would be best to leave till the next day not a big deal. The next morning some Very interesting pictures show up of a NEW man.... already? that bitch. We had quite the talk and yes i fed it to her. "You always cried and acuessed me of liking other women and dating them behind your back, and LOOK what you fucking did. You went and did it to me when i never had the intentions! i am done with you treating me like shit, the way you call me names, put me down, how i cant see my family or friends. I am sick of never getting anything you always forget our anniversary I never received a card meanwhile i gave you the world, If it wasnt taking you out to dinner it was treating you like gold. And in the end you treat me like a dog... thanks" Two weeks go by, and it turns out she dropped the other guy. Why? She wants me back... Do i fall for it I almost do. But if i didnt have the support group i did i would have i nearly went back to that scorpion of a woman. So i told her no but we will be friends (BAD MOOD). So now were texting buddies and all she talks about how she is sorry, and how she wants to fix things, and how she wants to treat me right, and how i deserve it. WAIT one second Bitch.... WHY the fuck didnt i deserve it before? I gave up literally everything i had for you, family, friends, JOBS, Money, Almost my soul if you could take that... And that wasnt good enough? GO SUCK ROCKS Of course i wouldnt ever say that, but whatevs. it turns out there was Another Nother guy, at the bar. Guess how i know? It turns out she has a Photographer who likes to document her being a Bar Whore... Ya i saw the pictures of him taking your shirt off, and i dont care =) So it came to the point where i had my friends help me to get to this stage to finally letting go. I called her up, and said these exact words. "Hey is brittany there? Yea we need to talk, well actually the thing is WE cant talk anymore cause its not only driving me insane but yea i cant do us anymore cause we arnt anything anymore, this is just going to end up hurting ME more cause your not going to change no matter how many times you tell me that, Were done for good. Bye" Then afterwords i went to Telus and got my number changed so she would not be able to text me or call me Anymore. I finally Feel free knowing that i dont have her anymore in my life, I can finally move on. My only regret i never got my Spiderman #1 back =(