i am not sure when i first fell off the path. i suppose it started like most changes, slowly. a little dabble here, and bit more there, then over the top. some earliest memories of straying from the allotment are beginning to come back. the "allotment" refers to the directed or desired path that is doled to a young boy by society. Dished out regularly through every medium.
yes, i have found my self. the perpetrator, the violator, the tresspasser. i've always gone to the edge. how else was i to see what was around the corner, over the hill, the little bald man pulling the levers? journey with me.
Saturday, August 02, 2003
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