I quit my full-time job and had gone through one of the roughest winters turned into spring flood in Fargo. I had to get out once again and have another spurt of irresponsibility and end up crashing somewhere in this country and settling there. It did not happen!
I was 32 years old. Still having an inkling for some dance parties and wanting to roam the streets to create art. Philadelphia! Unfortunately I got their for the second time right before that city had its cool creative spurt for a minute. After that the key players had a major fallout.
Eh I then came back and I probably became and am more morbidly depressed than I realize.
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