What do you do when you find out, or figure out, I suppose, that you are, in fact a cat lady? A hoarder? A weirdo, eccentric, loser? Some of us pretend to wear it as some kind of badge of honor. I guess that I've been generally looked on as harmless, more or less.
Rock'n'roll saved me more than once. In the earlier years it just seemed to make my differences stand out. By the end of high school, though, I was finally in the right place at the right time. Close at any rate.
It's time to reexamine my standing here now. I'm just lucky that it lasted as long as it did. In my mind.
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