Life’s a bad writer, my father used to say. I think he meant that most of us would write our lives differently, given the chance. If I could choose one year to rewrite, it’d be my senior year of high school, and I’d probably start with that first shack party.
Or I might go even further and make Sid stay in the valley. I always wondered how it would have worked out if the five of us had stayed together. Who knows, maybe Sid could have been the one to stop me from making such a mess of things.
I had Random.org select a percentage, and it selected 32%.
The routine was the same each time; they set out to follow the disused trail. It led on for about fifteen minutes before the path started breaking apart and becoming confused by phantom trails. When they reached a patch where the road forked, they would choose one, but no matter which track they pursued, it soon vanished into the jumbled confusion of the woods.
Ik wilde toch eens verder lezen, helaas is de manga moeilijk te vinden. In het Engels is hij out of print/publisher is er niet meer, en veel succes met de Nederlandse/Belgische vertaling te vinden. Gelukkig had bibliotheek #3 een aantal delen in het Nederlands/Belgisch.