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I’ve not written a letter to my teenage self.
If I did, it would be
crude,
rude,
and threatening.

I knew that boy
wouldn’t heed warnings.
He did little good.
The bad I remember,
the stupid,
the asinine and foolish acts
I cannot deny.

I was me.

I was there. I did it. I was
the thick-headed marauder
they claimed.

My survival is a mystery.
How it turned out like this; I’ll never know.

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Look both ways in life to connect the dots.
What happened to all those years?
Mind the gaps in recall for memories denied.

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Footnote: My wife edits these. She brought this to me saying, “it turned out well because you married me.” I agree. Ok, late addition of a video that kind of says cool stuff.