January 11, 2016
On my last day of grade twelve I went home and packed. I skipped graduation that night, a tradition I have steadfastly maintained. Instead I packed my car for a getaway, a road trip. I was finally free of public school. Free of spending my days with people who didnt want to be in school. Come morning I picked up my friend Tim and we drove west, to California and then north to British Columbia.
After completing the road trip I went to freshman orientation, of which two things stand out: I shared a dorm room with a strange boy and I was obsessively listening to The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars.
Looking back I could project all sorts of reasons I liked Bowie, but at the time I didn't know anything except he resonated with me as I was embarking on a new chapter in my life. I felt a big weight starting to lift, and listening to Bowie was part of that.