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The only thing I know for sure about that night is that I wasn’t the same person I am now.

I mean, I know it was me. It was my thought process, seen through my eyes, carried out with my skin which surrounded my bones. It was me. Even though it was someone else’s lifetime ago, I still know it was me.

Six people also know it was me. Two of them have since died. One of them is in prison and is eligible for parole in 2018. One lives in Colorado, on Spring Court (I know because I checked this morning). One is a doctor and I’m choosing to believe the HIPPA agreement is retroactive. The remaining one lives in my zip code.

And any one of those six people could take me down at any given moment. Well, maybe not the dead ones, but the one in my zip code actually did successfully take me down in the past. I ended up looking stupid. And I got judged by a lot of people that didn’t know anything about me. And I didn’t stand up for myself, I got what I deserved.

I have to live with myself and my actions. This includes my thought process, my eyes, my skin, and these bones because even though it was a different time, it was still me.

Yet years later, I can only control me. I’m not worried about the two dead guys talking, they are a done deal. The one in prison probably won’t make parole. The one in Colorado is a treatment facility on Spring Court and really can’t be taken too seriously. I talk to the doctor twice a year. It is part of our guilt-wrapped friendship. It is the individual that lives in my zip code that freaks me out.

When you do a shitty thing and learn a valuable lesson, it doesn’t erase the shitty thing. The valuable lesson can make you a better person, keep you goal driven, give you peripheral vision, and a lifetime of what might have otherwise been overlooked opportunities. But it never erases the shitty thing.

And like Tiger Woods, I still live just one degree from some idiot deciding they need to talk again.

One of today’s headlines has new allegations regarding Tiger Woods. I’m not going to click on it. And I challenge you not to click on it.