Guys who’d taken the wrong path early on in life. Who’d fallen prey to some dealer or other in their teenage years. Whose addictive personalities meant they were never quite able to claw their way free. There was no saying what the other Malcolm Hall would’ve been like—the one who had taken a different fork in the road.
I think that about myself, different ways my life could of gone if I’d done this, not done that, but it’s impossible to know, because the same differences are the ones who made you, and how far back do you have to turn? And a lot of those different directions aren’t always your choices to make.
