Dirtbag v. Citydweller

When I was 18 or 19 I made the choice to live a city life. This was partially informed, but not totally, by experience. I had dipped my toe into the full-time climbing car-camping dirtbag lifestyle, and it interested me, but the city had a certain appeal that was hard to look away from. So…

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coffee

coffee is the only thing I’ve ever been addicted to.  I’ve gone years, multiple times, without consuming it, and still craved it.  If I’m depressed I crave it more.  Or, if it’s readily available, such as happened during a number of my hotel stays this past spring and summer. Despite the enormous thirst (for water)…

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