no sex, no language, character death. They say you know you’re old when there’s no one left who uses your first name.
It had been a long life; longer than his young self would have dreamed. But now Xander was on his own and could barely remember who he was, let alone who he’d once been, what he’d seen or who he’d seen it all with. But sometimes, on good days when he remembered his name and where he was, there were reminders. On those days, his heart both sang and broke. Snapshots from the Road