43 today..

16 march 1967 and my dna clock kicked in...no idea when the battery runs out or needs a recharge, but 43 years later and I'm still here.
Think about all the things that can go wrong, and do go wrong for others..and considering all those crazy times, parties, drugs, stomach pumps, gigs, fags and all the rest..and I'm feeling an alright 43 year old today whose still training 6 hours a week, and still enjoying life.
The fags have nearly stopped..the booze has nearly stopped, and all the rest..however, theres still so much to see and do and get back...so heres to another 43 years!

Oh, and the mail came thru, the guy wants the Gibson ThePaul and the Charvel snowy white is in the post..first pointy...can't wait!