declared healthy and sent back into the world. my final diagnosis: a recovered borderline. what that means, l still don’t know. was l ever crazy? maybe. or maybe life is. crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. lt’s you or me, amplified. lf you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. lf you ever wished you could be a child forever. they were not perfect but they were my friends. and by the ’70s most of them were out living lives. some l’ve seen… some, never again. but there isn’t a day my heart doesn’t find them.
