Do you ever feel like disappearing

Sometimes I want to get rid of everything I own and just drive somewhere to get away and start over. Maybe be a busboy in some restaurant in Seattle or Alaska, or a waiter in Barcelona. Then I wouldn’t talk to anyone I know for a couple of years and when I’d come back more gaunt, bearded, and with more wrinkles. It’d be like Robinson Crusoe.

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