When I was nineteen I met Sally and then I planned on asking her to the school dance. She was shy and blushing when I approached her and that made me internally happy because I knew she would say yes by the looks of it.
And she did.
When I was nineteen my German Shepherd, Hunter followed a van full of gypsy singers and was gone together with it. I never saw him again.
When I was nineteen I had my first ever car given by my grandfather on my birthday. It was an old Ford.
When I was nineteen I told to myself that by the time I was thirty I would be owning my own business and marrying Sally. We would be living in Seattle or in her hometown in Oregon. At the dance I told her about it. It was a foolish idea to give a hint of a marriage proposal on the "first date". And it was really foolish of me because she believed me and I failed her.
When I was nineteen I killed a man and was sent to jail. I would spend my entire life thinking where the hell I did go wrong.
