Telling people about my hometown, as if that explains who I am. Nobody cares. We all have our damages. What can you do, though? That’s who you are now. Provide.
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Screwdriven
Several screwdrivers later is not the time to reflect on inflection points in your life. One wrong mental turn, and I’m back in ’94~’95 thinking about all those times my academic advisors and professors tried to steer me right, before they held up their palms. Back when the murk of having my head down in …