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Kampala, Uganda

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I grew up in a small beautiful town. The boys rode bikes and tortured animals. We teased the girls we were attracted to and spent countless hours telling each other stories about escapades and adventures. Some stories were, in simple terms, outrageously outlandish [I once told my friends that my father went to the moon] – but it was all in good faith. For all intents and purposes, it seemed like many of us – friends and relatives – were happy. You've got a lot of choices. If getting out of bed in the morning is a chore and you're not smiling on a regular basis, try another choice Never take life seariously. Because Nobody gets out alive