Yes I am. Going Home. To the place I was born, and the place I left so long ago. This adventure takes me into uncharted territory. I do not have a GPS. Just my gut and my heart., fickle friends.
This internet thing has pulled the past into view in a strange way. "Friends" that speak as bosom buddies, but are totally unrecognisable..... meaning well but fucking the mind in the way that "hey don't you remember me, we were best friends" and I am "No, who the fuck are you? I am 52. Old weary and I do not remember you. Sorry!"
The internet demands that we become friends because we occupied the same space 40 years ago, but there is maybe a reason that we are not friends...Maybe I hated your guts....
