I have a taste for adventure sometimes far more extreme than the wildest imagination.
How my fantasy lives begin?
Perhaps I was the kid in high school algebra class who stared out the window while the teacher lectured on fractions. I was lost in another time, a million miles away. When called upon to recite, I could only stare at the floor like an amnesiac and mutter an answer so utterly out of context that the teacher thought I had wandered into her class by mistake.
I was lucky growing up when and where I did. Within nine blocks of my family’s 1995 rented home in dona paz, there were three neighborhood boys my playmate who had imaginations as varied as mine. Together
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