The Job

I went to school because it was my job

to get educated. My father gave me that

job, and I did it….not that I found school
taught me much besides how to learn,
become an autodidact, which I did become.

College: I didn’t go to classes to learn some
thing. Going to classes was the work of my
job. I had  to pass the classes to earn my
keep. It was the time I wasn’t in classes I 

learned the most; performing in and 

directing plays, taking LSD and 

Mescaline with my friends, being creative 

with them. Never before had I been with

my peers; young bright minds, (mine not

the brightest), learning from them…

learning how to communicate clearly

and precisely, at all.

So, four years of college was my first 

experience of living my life as a free being,

in as much as I was in control of what I did 

when. I had obligations. I knew I had to 

graduate in four years, because that was 

all I was going to get, and I didn’t want to 

spend another minute in that institution. 

For years, I would have nightmares that I 

had a year left ’til graduation. But, thank 

goodness I had that time before being 

thrown into the full blown world.