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  • I'm Richmond bound -
    I share a metal pole with a bespectacled young man -that keeps us from stumbling around BART's green furry carpet.

    His hands are wrapped around the pole at eye level, Play, Forward, Backward and Pause- symbols are etched in ink on his four fingers. "Why?" I point to it.

    Boy with tattoo looks down at his hand.

    "Its a reminder. On my guitar I realized I was a complete master. I could decide the song, the tempo, the tone.
    Not so in life. From the second you are born into this world you are on. You need to play, there are no short cuts or steps back. But Pauses" - he smiles and shows me his pinkie "are possible".
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