It’s as if at seventeen I was washed up on the shore from those dark and lonely teenage years, no longer a boy but not yet a man. It was a beautiful and seductive new world, yet one strewn with the rotting lives of the newly afflicted; ground zero to a chemical epidemic. I would have been an easy victim. Motherless. Fatherless. Searching for myself. It was here that she found me. Today in once familiar songs, long discarded to the exigencies of living, the words, melodies and forgotten histories now coming back to me…she reminded me.

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