Before they make me run

The first stop on his one way journey was London, where he bought more than a few Rolling Stones albums. He didn't have a record player but sat by the radio for hours waiting for their songs to come on. He had discovered music the first time he heard You can't always get what you want, but now the sound was different as well as the times.

I've been battered, what does it matter.

He wandered the streets alone, trying to enjoy as much as possible of the freedom of not being recognized by anyone. He felt like a new person, a bigger person, a better person. This was the beginning of the rest of his life, after that sad parenthesis called childhood.

It was just my imagination, once again
running away with me
It was just my imagination
running away with me

And soon: NYC.