Do you remember what you wanted to be when you grew up? Are you close to being there? Or did you lose the way, let the world side track you? It sure as hell did for me, I’m no where close to what I wanted. The plan was that I would be a mountain man, like this bloke here.
I would wander the woods, live off the land, maybe even befriend a lone wolf or bear. The once a month I would wander down into a town called New Denver, where they had the best goddam pizza ever, seriously slice as big as my head.
Time went on though, and the dream of running wild, living by my wits and skill faded away into a family story. Maybe one day though, when I am done growing up I’ll still become a grizzled old mountain man. One can only hope.