Since then, I’ve read articles, interviews, people talking about things that blew their mind as they grew up, developed as a person. Drugs, music, art, other people. This was what blew my mind. This was my version of the story. Nothing has ever hit me as hard as this realization. I’m sure my age and my situation, my emotional frame at the time has a lot to do with this. Right place, right time, blah blah blah. Nonetheless. It doesn’t detract from the entire feeling in my mind. This was important.
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