Man, this was killer shit here.

I was very poor in my early 20s, homeless for a while, and sometimes now I sit in my office and miss those days…I mean, really, honestly I miss them and wonder if I made a mistake.

I take solace in the fact that I can now help others a lot more with my money.

But, anyway…this whole piece resonated with me.

I volunteered for a couple years with a group that helped street kids.one of the other volunteers had also been homeless for a while, and we’d go get beers sometimes and talk about the old days…not with regret or gratitude that we escaped, but with longing. You feel alive, every day.

Anyway, long ramble on my part….great piece.