That’s my kid, skateboarding in the parking lot of my junior high school. We got some sandwiches at Roma ‘cause I can eat sandwiches again since I’m no longer gluten intolerant. Which is one double negative I’m not too unhappy about.

I went to school in that building, looked out those windows, dreamed of the day I would be free from that place, and now I’m watching my kid skateboard that asphalt, eating chips from the shop I grew up getting my lunch from. And I couldn’t be happier.

Life is funny like that. And time isn’t linear, in case you were wondering. It’s one big, fat, juicy circle.