That time was almost 30 years ago in Oakland, California. I remember that cool spring afternoon; the first time I was stalked and came face-to-face with a stalker. I was 21 and a JJC in America – “Johnny just come.” Before I bought my first car, I took buses and trains to school (interesting experiences)....
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