“Look, I totally appreciate your help,” I say, in sight of the gates now. “But I want my life back.” “This is your life, Alex,” he replies. “You know what I mean.” He sways his head side to side, like it’s me who doesn’t understand. “I want to go back. To before all this...shit started.” “You show me any man, Alex, and I’ll show you someone who wants to go back to when they were twenty and falling in love.”
