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I dreamed up this life decades ago. I fought like hell to get it. Sacrifices were made that I wouldn’t wish on anyone. And now that I’m finally living it, I’m realizing reality is far from playgrounds in my imagination.

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My nose is running. I wipe it with a white napkin and wonder why I don’t carry a cloth handkerchief like my father.

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Written while looking at a homeless man on a pier before meeting a friend for lunch at The Ferry Building in San Francisco.

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peripatetic {adjective} — traveling from place to place, working or based in various locations for relatively short periods. When I heard that, I felt strangely accepted. As if at least one other person in this world — even a dead playwright — understood me.