After getting on the bus following a rather inconvenient hour wait, the strangest thought hit me in the head.
What if this was all just a dream? What if it is still August, 2002 and I am still that skinny 19-year-old who has been sheltered from the real world all his life? What if all the people I have met, kissed and made love to never existed; they were all just a figment of my imagination.
Of course, I know its real. What do you think I am? Some Thornhill loving, psycho-drama promoting art-teeist? I don't think so.
I was like that, a long time ago.