Dan the man

At sixteen I got a paying job and a driver license. I would describe myself as responsibly irresponsible, I was still in high school and worked at night and drove around on the weekends. That was my life and I wasn’t alone, all the guys were doing it , it was the seventy’s an amazing time to be a teenager and the world was huge and me and the boys spent every weekend exploring it. It mainly involved driving to another state hitting the beaches if they had any or hiking in the mountains, we either camped or slept it the car. There were a few occasions where we ended up near friend of friends or a cousin that would put us up for the night. I had family from New York to Canada all throughout New England, turned out that was my world and I was pretty darn happy just exploring it. So I never made it any farther west than Buffalo and never farther south than Pennsylvania. So my big plans to see the world got put on the back burner as I continued to live life, not necessarily my own life, but a life I believed people wanted me to live. That my friends made for the worst possible life for me.