I didn’t go to college to join a fraternity,
to party, to earn a credential, so I could
belong to a profession. I went to get a liberal arts
degree I could get an entry-level white-collar job with
after I graduated. Get on the register for civil service.
I also thought college would be a good place to meet
a soul-mate I could marry and share a life with.
Have a family. I met Brenda. We got married.
I got a degree in anthropology. So did she.
Most employers feel you are a smart-ass who acts
above his station. I didn’t know that yet. If I had,
I would have done the same thing. What difference
did it make? I was going to be a writer.