Wednesday, June 23, 1993

324 S. Main St., Oberlin

I have absolutely zero enthusiasm about going to California in August. It hasn’t struck me at all that I’m going to be back in school this Fall. I don’t feel that at all. But once I get to California, I can start looking for a band and doing music steadily. I couldn’t do it in suburbia New Jersey and there certainly isn’t anything going on out here in rural Ohio.

I have to remember that law school is just a front, a safety net until I find something else. If I find nothing else, then after three years, I’ll have another degree and can still kick the fuckheads good-bye. Their continuous and consistent lying, coercion, bribing, and manipulating has been the de-humanizing and demeaning low point of my life.