The Future Holds No Guarantees
12 min readJun 27, 2020
“But who’s going to take care of you when you’re old?”
The sun burned my chest despite the chilly air in Camden Town. Feeling like I was in a punk rock Disneyland with this newfound ability to down cheap beer out in the open, I excitedly discussed Hunter S. Thompson books and 4 Past Midnight with a handsome guy with spiky blonde hair whose name was Mike. I was thousands of miles from the humid barrio of The…