Why they call me DeadManWalking:

To start with, my life as I knew it ended on September 26, 1997 (I got married!). When I first got engaged, I was labeled "Another Dead Man Walking" by friends and family (okay, Steve).

Whenever anybody greeted me it was never by my name, just "Hey, it's the Dead Man Walking", quickly followed by snickering as if my fate was known by all of the married men around me. As each day approached and the closer I got to the edge of the cliff, I began to realize the meaning of this.

Did I proceed because I had found the woman of my dreams or is it because of fear as my wife would have kicked the living snot out of me if I backed out? To any extent, my single life is over and now I can welcome death with both arms (just kidding DouDou).Mwen Emmen Ou Tamara!