Life is a funny road. You spent years turning around, cleaning yourself up. You try to escape the old life, you shed the old garb, you drift from town to town, you take the odd job, keep your nose clean ... and then you find yourself standing there, staring back at your past, the same old street, the same old dingy shop fronts. You always can run, but you have to admit, life is damn good at catching up. And just as you let it sink in, that urge in your gut pushes you on, keep going, keep running. No point sticking around here anymore.

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After 20 years, you can still see your mistakes first hand. Now a drifter, trying to find any port in the storm, hiding from his past, and yet, even he has to admit, life has a wicked sense of humor.

Art by  goat-kid
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