Somewhere in time and space there’s a boy who still looks like a teenager, fresh out of UM, who just didn’t get into Dartmouth for grad school, listening to mostly music from the seventies and unsure what might happen in the future, although he’s started drawing again for the first time since he was 10. This poor schmuck is about to be completely hammered by life.
Was I ever him? He’s like a ghost who appears whenever I listen to Elton John or Fleetwood Mac.