The forties can be a lot like being in your twenties, while the thirties are often cursed with the feeling of being a teen all over again. Being 25/45 was a very good year year and one of the youngest years of my entire life. (A wild year of exploration, adventure,female interest, self discovery, survival, peer preassure, weirdness, very new experiences, intensity, experimentation, expansion of interest in arts and culture, political activism, growth, change, danger, creative, intellectual, brilliance, humor, witnessing history, romances, drama, losses, New fears, letting go of past, health and appearance improvements, death of father, connecting with a sister, stopped the night crawling night "fun" scenes, became spiritually involved, rejected Alameda county, fell in love with libraries, met some interesting character online, began practicing journalism again, had access to rare books at two bookstores, witnessed insanity of the urban world, witnessed massive inequality and covert racism, vastly improved understanding of California and my five generations here, caught up with modern realities, had an effect on around me, became a leader in my main work (Poetry) and exposed an old ongoing sham in the arts and sciences, faced opposition, enjoyed great anyminity, oddly dry year in different ways, lost California patriotism, moved three times, improved my fashion.