The Kids Aren't Alright

***POSTED BY JOHN SEMANDER*** When I was seven years old, I ran away from home. I don't recall exactly why, although I vaguely remember it having something to do with disciplinary decisions being handed down that night by my mother. I don't think she took me all that seriously, though, and the fact that she helped pack my bag should have been a clue, but I bravely struck out on my own nevertheless. Made it as far as the driveway. That's where the sovereign state of John loudly declared itse

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