At the age of twenty-seven I found myself running away from all sorts of things, mostly from pain and the mounting wreckage of my mistakes. To escape the pain, one night I made the decision to go to the bar and get drunk. I called one of the few friends I’d made since moving to the new area a few months prior.
His name was Robert and he played guitar an…
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