Sixties

I spent a good slab of my thirties and forties trying to make up for not living my twenties in the sixties. Sort of fucked up really.

On the brighter side, it took me to places I never expected to see. There is no sense in dwelling on it because life ain’t a dress rehearsal and there is no going back. It is what it was.

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