I used to travel solo,
each day going out into the world alone,
unaccompanied save for a cell phone
and a mind of lost thoughts.
Oh, and an iPod.
And, um, a camera...
What can I say?
(those were pre-iPhonic times).
Capturing life's moments on one's own
wasn't always easy, so I improvised
by, oh, say, sharing a room in Inverness
with an Israeli drug dealer or
perhaps sleeping on a park bench in Prague.
Fortunately, I lived to tell the tales and
and didn't end up in a trafficked one.
But man, that life sure lent itself to
some great one handed MySpace snaps.
Please don't tell Elizabeth Allison any of those stories when she wants to forgo state school & backpack through obscure European countries....
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