After graduating from high school, I attended a small liberal arts college for three semesters before becoming a college dropout. I enjoyed reading books and discussing ideas, but there was something depressing about college life; it felt too much like high school. I thought college would be a Platonic dialogue with sex, drugs and revolution. Instead of Socrates, I found the same kids there I knew in high school. They followed me to college with new names and new faces. After dropping out of college, I worked in factories for the next few months. I got a job in the Levkowitz Leather Factory. I worked as a floor boy, carting the pieces of leather cut on the sixth floor down to the second floor, where they were made into camera cases. One of the cutters asked me if I had graduated from high school. When I told her I had, she laughed and said, “Then what are you doing here?” I was not sure what I was doing at the Levkowitz Leather Factory, so I told my supervisor I would be leav...
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