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Vagabond

Waking up in a new place always ignites a fire within me, filling me with a sense of wonder and excitement that seems to overflow my cup. The weather and plant life in Asheville, North Carolina had a unique tropical essence, as if the ocean's edge once kissed the forest line. In the early 2000s, it felt like a renaissance era for young artists, where responsibilities were but a distant thought, and the pursuit of creativity was paramount.


The first night in Asheville led me to a community center called the Core, reminiscent of the one I had found in Mt. Shasta. Surrounded by like-minded artists, I felt a sense of belonging and purpose. The energy in the air was palpable, and I understood why the hitchhiker had insisted I come here – not just to meet Chachi, but to experience the creative magic brewing in the ville.


At that point in my career as a rapper and hip-hop artist, I was brimming with confidence and a hunger for improvement. Asheville felt like a new school where I could earn my master's degree in the art of being an emcee.


The next morning, I found myself at the local coffee shop, Malaprops, where street poets and young writers congregated, sharing their art with the world. I connected with Chachi that afternoon, our notebooks in hand, and he welcomed me into his friend Eric's music studio. The open-mindedness and acceptance of the community took my breath away, as if I was a missing piece of a puzzle that had finally found its place.


For six months, I stayed in Asheville, immersed in a world of writing and freestyle rapping. It consumed us, fueled our passion, and bonded us like family.


But everything changed one late afternoon when my high school best friend Dino called with news no one ever wants to hear – our childhood friend Zach was sick. Without a moment's hesitation, I began making plans to journey up to Massachusetts to be by his side.


As I packed my bags and prepared to leave Asheville, a sense of urgency and uncertainty gripped my heart. The vibrant community, the creative energy, the newfound friendships – all of it felt like a dream slipping through my fingers. But as I embarked on the journey to be with Zach, I couldn't help but wonder: In the pursuit of our passions and dreams, what do we sacrifice along the way? What truly matters when faced with the fragility of life and the bonds of friendship?

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