Most of the secrets I ever had were from the days before I matured into a responsible adult, an adult that believes in living his life honestly. But before that... I had secrets. Lots of secrets and it was a heavy burden. I wasn't too keen on friends then either. One day in downtown Oakland, Ca. I was feeling down, I had no one to talk to and this disheveled homeless man asked for some spare change... I took him to the corner store bought a bottle of pretty decent wine, I'm sure he would have preferred MD 20/20, and we went to a park and shared the bottle. No glasses, it was his house, when in Rome... I told him things that I would have been too afraid at the time to tell anyone I knew. There is a comfort in anonymity. I doubt anything I said to that man changed his life one bit, but my life was changed. I learned a lot about myself and I learned a lot about the value of communicating with another human being.