Identic is the first stop for a second chance.
It was 1992. I was a Senior at Cal State, Sacramento. My best friend had just been shot more than ten times and I was swirling in thoughts that were beyond revengeful. My thoughts indicted me. Had I spoken them, I would have been declared a socio-path. The reality, I was just hurting. I was looking, wanting, and needing a place to find shelter from the swirling storm. I need a place for me to find me.
Identic did not exist. Nothing did. Now fifteen years and six days to be exact, I celebrate the community that now exist.
My friend lived. He resides in Las Vegas. He is lucky in more ways than one.
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