On the morning of my departure from St. Luke’s, I empty my account and fill my pockets with cash. I make my way on foot to the Port Authority and board a bus to Burlington, Vermont. Upon arrival I check into a nondescript hotel for my first night of freedom in three years.
I had plenty of time to plan this trip—the planning of a certified nut: Get lost—a…
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