It was a typical evening with the boys, drinking beer and talking football at The Slip — Washington’s smallest bar — with our our friend, Kjos, behind the counter.
“Jeremy Lane — ”
At 24-years old, my face graced the cover of local and national publications for an innovative app idea. Two years earlier, this was a mere dream of mine as I laid in bed at my mother’s house, pondering my future and whether I’d have to get a real job and be like everyone else.
Most people who know me have seen me with a notebook. It’s your run of the mill notebook, the ones like we used to take notes on in school. I’ve had dozens, if not hundreds, of these over the years. They’ve been filled with daily tasks, prayers, anger, sadness, confusion, and goals.