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In my twenties my self-esteem (did they even call it that back then?) was at
rock bottom. I was perfecting the art of being an habitual liar, drinking way
more than I should have, eating everything in sight and having more sex than any
one person should have in their lifetime.
I was lost, miserable and no roots to speak of but I was having a ball doing
all the wrong and harmful things the young shouldn't do but does and
survives.
From 1956 to 1966 I hitchhiked from California to Florida to New York back to
Florida and, once more, back to NYC. I went from job to job from body to body
from vodka to scotch. I made three friends for life--their life as they were to
die way before their time--and I met my mentors who would guide me for the next
20 years, telling me when I was doing right and never hesitating to rip me apart
when I was being stupid!
It was in my twenties that I fell in love for the first time and learned that
I could make a home with someone I loved. I, also, learned that fidelity was not
part of my make up and could head to disaster.
!956-1966, from 20 years of age to 30, I learned how destructive to myself
and others I could be and it took that 10 years for me to decide to change, to
be who I was capable of being and in many ways I was to make a complete turn
around except in a couple of areas that would take a little longer.
The first change was to lose weight and
then...