I remember the idea of it distinctly. SAN Fran. Back in college, with good mates and a brain on absolute 🔥 every day, crawling through that mind-field. Doing everything everyone else got to do but totally in a world of unexplainable panic. Panic which informs much of what I do now. To a good extent, because.. those aren’t exactly memories but, rather… blurred moments multiplied by a million. No feelings with them, just a kinda… 😱 thought and move on with things. But for others, arguably their best ever summer- the work, the nights out, the drinking cheap as chips vodka- it’s a strong and expressive memory, I’m sure. Why SAN Fran, I choose to talk about? Because I was killing myself to stay in that particular moment, killing myself by simultaneously having the ocd wreak havoc on ALL CORNERS OF MY MIND. However, let’s try and approach it as though it all happened minus the ocd. Possible? Seems to almost be, but not nearly anywhere near enough. But it is still one of my sweetest thoughts, to an extent. But it might have been outlandishly nice to have felt it Properly. Try smoking weed with ocd. 😯 try adding any substance to ocd. That’s was… 16 years ago. Holy shit. That’s… four soccer World Cups ago!!