Story of my life. Squishy pants, and a rode not shared with others -
often for good reasons, sometimes because
the herd had better ideas.
This toon meant a lot to me at one time. Like many young people I was lost in the world.
People snorted with disgust at my aimlessness.
I ever did find my way. I often wonder if those that followed me
the herd did either…?
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