I regret almost nothing I did and only a quarter of what I didn’t.
I was a traitor to the immortality of youth.
I failed to comprehend the true pathos of sex.
I drove too fast in cars alone.
I learned to dance too young and forgot how till I was too old.
I rebelled against the wrong people.
I drank puzzling beers on rainy days while women waited somewhere.
I never found out where.

Author: Tom
Writer, cyclist, RVer, etc.