There was this library as a kid. Upstairs was warm and inviting and just a really nice library. It had this side hallway at the front entrance. At the end of the hall where metal steps that led to this dingy creepy basement. I went back there 15 years later when it was converted to an art gallery. Still creepy as fuck.
That's good that it was nothing life ruining and great for you that you turned it around man.
That's good that it was nothing life ruining and great for you that you turned it around man.
The DMV, I went to get my license bad recently (after like 10 years) and I just got those chills you get when you get pulled over by a cop. I was just sitting there thinking "what if there's an old warrant I didn't know about and they have to arrest me, fuck what about my job and everything I worked for". I think there's always this institutional chill you get when you've had run ins with the law as a juvenile, now it's a bit scarier because I actually worked hard to build a decent life an can't just say "fuck it, arrest me". I did have some old tickets I didn't know about but otherwise everything went fine.