Not every path leads home. Off the Map is for the ones who took the long road through addiction, outlaw days, desert nights, or just plain silence. These stories aren’t about getting back on track. They’re about surviving wherever you ended up—and finding meaning there.
We meant to meet for breakfast. I never followed through. It’s been 22 years, and somehow the past feels closer than anything I’ve done since. A quiet reflection on time, regret, and the fragile hope we keep tucked in our pockets.
At some point, survival becomes its own kind of burden. You didn’t die. You didn’t vanish. You didn’
