sultan's paradise

I thought I had made a mistake but it was my silly willy computer that made the error. It picked something for me that I didn't not choose then it cast flames in my hand and told me it was leaving me for my ex-girlfriend, a Nokia no doubt. I felt melancholy for a little then decided I should just type out  a story the old fashion way. With a typewriter indeed. So I set up this mechanical tidbit and typed away into the night, yawning and stretching. A king's throne. Stuck in the underground minding my p's and q's and for what reason, to reach a point when talk is cheap and I should be a doctor for godforsaken. Just because I didn't finish your way for schooling doesn't mean I can't read a situation.There are many things I want to tell you, my zest for loving life. Eating according to the catch of the day and never forgetting what it was like on the streets of Lugano. Always dancing and prancing, drinking beer and sitting down. A sultan's paradise. But now I sit and type and read and write. Haven't read much in awhile. The old noggin's slowing down. The main question is...can I become good again?

Please just yes or no.

And if you answer, yes, where should i go?