The other day, I was talking to a friend about how sometimes you look back and wonder if you'd made certain choices, would you be totally different now?

I've always wanted to be those slack types who suck on blades of grass in some field, snoozing with a cap pulled over my eyes under an expanse of blue sky.

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Guess that'd never happen, no matter what kinda choices I made.