I OFTEN FEEL AT TIMES THAT THE FLEETING MEMORY OF MY YOUTH IS JUST A DREAM THAT CONTINUES TO BECOME HAZIER AS DAYS MOVE ON. THE ONLY TIME I CAN RECALL IT IS WHEN I DIVORCE MYSELF FROM THE PRESENT, FROM THE NOW, FROM REALITY. WAS IT ALL AS GOOD AS I REMEMBER, OR AM I MERELY TRYING TO ESCAPE REALITY FOR A BRIEF MOMENT.…