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i just got back from maine, a week ago today. while i was up there, i just hated my life, i really couldn't stand being away from stacey, and i hated the weather, and i just felt like when i went back i had to start all over, and i dont like that feeling. i've been moving around alot these past couple of years, but that has all taught me more about myself, and to me that's very important, to know who you are. i've always thought, if you dont know yourself then what do you know, right. so, i was living in burlington, VT, for a while, and then i moved to ogunquit, ME for a while, oh, and before all that, right after i graduated, i was living in an isuzu rodeo, with my stepbrother, who is now a salesman. that was crazy, days didn't exist, it was all just one blur where the sun would come and go, and you slept as needed, and where did we sleep. i remember we would have to steal pizza off from peoples porches and we go down in the woods with the rodeo, and sleep in it. there was this one time i woke up at a strippers house, on some dirty, broken bed, with no sheets and shit. i forgot where i was going with this.