Reflecting on road not taken
The old clichés, such as “hindsight is always 20/20” and “the road not taken” oftentimes ring true. They really hit me smack dab in the face last weekend during my trek back home to Kansas City.
My friend and I were hanging out downtown with some young women from Boston (which also made me realized I could never be seriously involved with a woman from the East Coast) when we went past the Power and Light District. At that moment, I had a flashback.
Last Halloween, my friends and I, fully costumed of course, were walking toward PNL when I ran into an old lady friend. She looked great, as always, and I never really thought much of that incident because I was involved with someone at that moment in time.
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