I'm just an old man with dreams living in his ADHD world, sitting alone in the front seat of a black 2001 Mazda Miata, gazing into the rearview mirror, watching a reel of my life roll with some regrets. Tattered papers with scribbled lines surround my tiny home. The mind and heart still beat as one. The bright light from the laptop pierces the 3 a.m. darkness. Another idea needs to be written down, or it will be forever lost in the maze of broken synapses of a shrinking brain. I want to be a torchbearer for all the oppressed and marginalized people in the years, weeks, days, or hours that I have left.