I skipped my first nineties. While the country was learning capitalism and democracy, I served in hot spots. And when I came back, nineties were replaced by zeros, and a new millennium began.
And in 2023, I died. But instead of ending up in the afterlife, I found myself back in our reality—inside the body of a shaggy guy in a rock band. In 1991.
That’s how my adventures in the second nineties began.