We went on a road trip...

Paper Cut No. 5

...but I was somewhere else.

I'm guilty of not remembering shit.  Daydreaming has cost me hours of education, family time, adventures, you name it.  I'm guilty of not being present because I'm always so easily lured by any and every daydream my brain conjures.

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