There’s something curious about meeting the man that put you and your siblings into “the system” so many years ago. That is, after 20 years you no longer think of him as a man. He’s this distant, stoic myth of a human that no longer seems personal or real. There’s no chance that this forgotten memory of a person was responsible for setting life into the long-form tumble that it has become. No chance that he was anything other than a scary story you used to tell yourself when you needed someone to blame for life’s curve-balls and pit-falls.
But when you step through the doorway of a restaurant and you see that man sitting at a table alone, and realize that for the last 20 years you’ve been living a fictionalized version of yourself, you begin to feel a little… curious.