If a carnival had passed me at 15, I probably wouldn't be here writing this.

As it is, I ended up pursuing the closest thing to that lifestyle in the late 60's and early 70's when I used to do things like hitchhike up the coast to San Francisco with five dollars in my pocket, swim nude at the Gorge in Big Sur, sleep in a cave next to a log cabin in Laurel Canyon and convince myself surfing was approximate to attending a religious function. But…after myriad dead end jobs and start and stop at...

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