San Diego's Greyhound station on Broadway had a small bar in it. At the age of 21, I wanted to stay there with the feeling that I was going somewhere else and absolutely anything could happen. Possibility. Welcoming motion and change. It's time to begin again now. Time to stop reviving ghosts and let them go to where they must. I'm a strange stranger here again, and everything is about to change.
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