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It is Friday night and I’m with the family, heading to Galaxy Cafe in the Triangle. We walk by the Flying Saucer and I see a lot of young, happy people, talking and laughing, without circles under their eyes or spit up on their shirt. I look at them, as if I am traveling in another country and I witness some strange, local custom. But this one is more familiar. That used to be me. Well rested. Social. Sometimes happy with beer… Read More
