It’s like I’ve been caught in some weird time-warp. Trapped in a tape-loop. Frozen in a twilight zone.
I’ll think of all the different people I used to hang out with on the steps. I’ll flashback to all the faces of all the people that were on the scene over the years. All gone. And yet, for some weird and inexplicable reason, I’m still here.
Let’s just say that that feeling doesn’t fill me with great confidence about the life I’ve led.
Ace Backwords is a former cartoonist, writer and semi-normal human being. He's been sleeping in the bushes in the Berkeley hills for the last ten years with his four feral cats, Moo Cat, Fatty, Mini Scaredy and Micro Scaredy. Future plans include growing old and dying. Preferably in that order.
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