 My mama always said life was like a box of chocolates. You just never know which one you don't get. When I was young, my legs were bad. Jenny was my only friend. It was going to be like, nice waddle. Free. Now I have nice legs. Go on, hop along. So I ran. And then my legs weren't bad anymore. Good, I went and played football. Jenny came back. Jenny! So I went to war in a strange country. And my best friend died. Then Jenny came back again and left. So I ran across America with some friends. When Jenny came back and we got married. Then she got sick and died. She told me I had a son. And he was his first day at school.