I spent most of my twenties unemployed, burning through savings, smoking too much ganja and drinking a bit much (a bit more than a bit much). Trying to escape the man (and mostly myself). I was a starry eyed hippy for a while. Until I realised I could not climb back into the womb and that if I am honest, that is the last thing I want. That I need to work for what I want. And that I want to do so.
Here is where I am now:
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Soon I will own a mountain (or several hundred of them)
from Soon I will own a mountain (or several hundred of them)
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