So, you are durnk...
And you have a f.cked-and-then-fixed life, a drug-addict ex-wife, one missing testicle, and a planned book, what propably worth 1000 bucks. Or it's just a fantasy.
Maybe my imagination is poor, but i don't see any problem.
We made mistakes. This could be mankind's motto, what we send with the next Voyager to the outer space...
I just wrote words on a screen and hoped for the best.