I spent my twenties bouncing from location to location as a poor punk, deliberately shedding possessions. I retain very little from my childhood. The tattered copy of Jurassic Park I learned to read with, some photos, The Hard SF Renaissance, some patches, & some star wars cards.
-
-
All of the above at various points lived with other people.
-
One of the things I did while I was drifting was write a lot and entrust my journals to random people. But my graphomania went away as soon as I settled down, started working, and apparently recovered from whatever mental health issues I had. Wonder if they've even been read.
End of conversation
New conversation -
Loading seems to be taking a while.
Twitter may be over capacity or experiencing a momentary hiccup. Try again or visit Twitter Status for more information.