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Let's see: I still get together with old friends from my activist days, the few that were lovely human beings in spite of their activist tendencies, that is. We were young and foolish and only dimly aware of our martyrdom complexes back then! Ahh youth.

I still fuck with anarchist projects, one of the few who does in this town from before the IdPol tsunami of whiny, backstabbing bullshit.

Mostly I'm too old for the tree house and get "profiled" as a cop by clueless Facebook liberal kids or the tiny little punk scene. It's just as great as it sounds!

I certainly get why people choose the hermit life but I tried that and it bored me even more than scene drama. Oh well! I'm told reflecting with me is a lot of fun.