I hear that, man. Left Harvard for the army since it wasn’t working. There were consequences and there are things in my life I screwed up beyond belief, but better than falling under to the nazis like my old man wanted, and wound up in...I found a better family than the one I was born in.
I still got the blood of good people I cared about on my hands, and I don’t know if I can say it but I’ve gone through Heck to be around now, almost didn’t get there when it added up and I was high enough to have my mind free to see it all, but I’m a better person than I’d be had I listened to and followed the life plan set out for me.
Finding my way...I’m not strong, I’ve always been pretty useless and weak and broken, but it lended me some strength, or I met people that did. Car...one of them used to BE a teacher, another reminds me of my coach in school, but those aren’t relevant to how we all got there. I mean it was a war, not like I was picking, but... They taught me instead of dusty old books and dustier old men in elbow patches, you know? And they taught me more.
So I mean, it does work, and if you got nobody to get on your case about it here, that’s all the better, I figure.