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During the summer of ’89 I spent most of my days hanging around with Andrew who was a year older than myself and whose mother had been friends with my mother for the past decade or so.

We’d often go skateboarding together and I remember being drawn to him as he seemed more alive and exciting to be around than many of the other children in the neighbourhood. His crazy stories filled with larger-than-life exploits and some of the antics we got up to fed my need for friendship and connection at that age...

Talking the talk is not the same as walking the walk...