Being Honest With Fiction

It amazes me to see who I am as opposed to who I used to be. Then again, I am amazed at how different life can be from what it was, this time last year.But this is life.Always changing and always throwing a curve(or two)This is us too, moving and going through different phases I am amazed . . .I’m amazed at the times which I have lived throughAnd yes, it amazes me to realize how much time has passed since the last time I stood on a rooftop and felt rebellious. My feet touch the ground . . .My head is otherwise in the clouds.I am elsewhere, in fact.And the fact remains that I still have dreams of rainy streets, sitting in a Midtown cab as it swerves towards Port Authority Bus Terminal. I had to make my bus, so that I can go home and play charades. The act is over and the scene has changed.Neither the stage nor the players are the same now.I am miles from where I was and lifetimes away from my last trip to San Diego or LA.If I am to be anything other than who I was, then I have to allow…