I never was an official hobo, partially because I know my obsessiveness (aka alcoholism/addiction genes) and also my penchant for embracing a disappearance. I likely never would’ve come back if I ever left. I also never finished learning the banjo. It was antithetical to my brain patterns for some reason. Oh well. There's always next year, for learning the banjo or disappearing from respectable society.
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