Today, twenty years ago, I left the apartment at #5 1619 16th Avenue South in Birmingham — where'd I'd lived since January 1990 — to the Carriage House at 279 and a half Meigs Street, Athens, on the property of the Camack House. I became a professional writer there. I finished Silk there. I was in a band. I traveled to Manhattan, San Francisco, Los Angeles, and many other places for the first time. And a terrible thing happened that I do not, today, feeling like specifying. Possibly the most terrible thing in my life.
More happened to me there in only a little more than three years than, it often seems, has happened in all the years since I left.
I arrived twenty-nine and left thirty-three.
Athens was a safe-ish place to be when I needed such a thing. Such a very long time ago. So.
I think that's all I have for now.
Tireder Than Twenty Years,