Hello, my name is Paul I'm from Denver Colorado. The mile high, no literally you get a mile high if you live here. 
But it isn't all that bad. This state has its own personality, mostly mood swings. One day it's 75° and sunny the next -5° and a snow blizzard of of 6 to 12 inches of snow. So you have to be ready for anything.
I'm 45 years young so I have long way to go but my body is trying to tell me stop. I was raised with both of my parents but I was a rascal. I have 2 sister's and 2 brother's. One of my brothers was shot and killed right before Christmas when I was 17 years old on December 17th 1983. At that time I got involved in gangs, alcohol, drugs and violence. I then tried to kill myself more times than I can count but was unsuccessful. I tried overdosing on several occasions, shooting myself in the head, I've been in car acedents that I should have never walked away from and drinking myself to death. I was once married until I got paralyzed and lost my memory. They said I would never walk again and I would be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. That's when my wife left me and took my kids away. But a man named Jesus got a hold of me and changed my life and now I have something to live for. Before I didn't care and I was alone but now I have my Lord my dog Nipsey and I love myself.
