January began a wild year. I felt true and new—reborn—but it wouldn’t last. I moved out of my apartment and moved my stuff into storage with my girlfriend at the time, then left for LA January 11th. I had planned to stay with John M for a while and had bought my ticket in October. Since I had fallen in love in December, I had misgivings about leaving. Then everyday it changed: she’d come out, then she wouldn’t, then she would. After not even two weeks in LA, I returned to Colorado to be with my love.

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