Well it was that night. But here's what I did: I went home, and
I wrote a note to myself in the future. I set it to the date
when I turned 42 yrs old. I was a Hitchhiker's Guide to the
Galaxy fan. I'm 44 now. When I turned 42, after the birthday
cake and the token presents, I dug through my boxes to find that
letter. I opened it up. I read it. From me (17) to me (42). I
discovered that, in _some way_, I managed to accomplish all of
my dreams so far with more to come and in a sense, I became who
I dreamed of. I became my own father. For a sad night of doubt,
something wonderful came out of it: me: and it wasn't long after
I wrote that letter at 17 that I realized that there's no such
thing as childhood or adulthood: we're just people.
