Thinking back to the beginning of the story

Sometimes I think back on my 19 year old self. Just a boy really. When I first moved to San Francisco in 1976. And I’m on my own as an adult for the first time. With my whole life stretching out before me. And all my youthful hopes and dreams for the life I hoped for.

And now here I am. 44 years later. My 64 year old self.

All I can think is. It sure as hell didn’t turn out like I expected. But on the other hand it probably could have turned out far worse.

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