like most of the others, i was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. i was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but i felt somehow theat my instincts were right. i shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. at the same time, i shared a dark suspicision that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along a senseless odyssey. it was the tension between these two poles-a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the the other-that kept me going.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
a couple good folks to watch my back but never look over my shoulder.
Music:
Movies:
Television:
Books:
Heroes:
My Blog
who's space? run's space.
i now have ten friends, and most of them are real. i hate the internet, everything on it is as addicting as cocaine. Posted by the wreckloose on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST
