I'm 61 now. I was born in 1954. Milk was delivered to your door. Phone numbers were composed of 5 numbers and a Phone company operator. Much of the area that is now heavily over-run with construction and houses was then woods. That's where I often went, there and many places by age 8.
Age 20 I was renting a room with 6 others my age in a rooming house. We shared the bathroom and the kitchen. Overall not a bad experience... great women, music and good drugs in those days. The house was at the edge of the campus for the local city community college. I got a job with the college as custodian at the Fine Arts Building, called "FACE". As an artist myself, or interested at least, it was the cornucopia of my life. I worked 3PM to 11PM. A 3 story old brick building. I was responsible for the top floor, and one half of the basement.
Often I feel myself back then. I feel the confusion, the unknown sense of uncertainty. I discovered magic - true magic.
I took courses there too, and began to write a lot. Two alliances I call my mentors happened. Both happened to be English professors. Actually they became my surrogate parents, as my own were acting nuts. Doug turned me onto Henry Miller - "The World of Sex", like "The Rosy Crucifixion", a trilogy. Most know or have heard of the author from writing "Tropic of Cancer", which Jimmy Steward famously used in one of his movies.
Then there was Virginia. I had a crush on her though she was 10 years older. What the reason was why she became my mentor, was I heard rumor she was a "white witch". Religion fascinated me, as I'd been brought up by a devoted mother. But I wanted to know something and more about all religions. Virginia helped me learn all I could. Enough to satisfy my craving to understand.
There would be a year I'd have a lot of sex. Every time it mystified me and seemed paranormal. Feeling awkward, except during the actual sex, was beyond enduring. Blue balls are real... yeah I know you women think it's a myth, but at that age many men suffer aching balls, called blue balls, and there's only one real remedy. Sex. So a lot of time goes into what today are called "hook-ups".
I'm still single. I remember it all.
Age 20 I was renting a room with 6 others my age in a rooming house. We shared the bathroom and the kitchen. Overall not a bad experience... great women, music and good drugs in those days. The house was at the edge of the campus for the local city community college. I got a job with the college as custodian at the Fine Arts Building, called "FACE". As an artist myself, or interested at least, it was the cornucopia of my life. I worked 3PM to 11PM. A 3 story old brick building. I was responsible for the top floor, and one half of the basement.
Often I feel myself back then. I feel the confusion, the unknown sense of uncertainty. I discovered magic - true magic.
I took courses there too, and began to write a lot. Two alliances I call my mentors happened. Both happened to be English professors. Actually they became my surrogate parents, as my own were acting nuts. Doug turned me onto Henry Miller - "The World of Sex", like "The Rosy Crucifixion", a trilogy. Most know or have heard of the author from writing "Tropic of Cancer", which Jimmy Steward famously used in one of his movies.
Then there was Virginia. I had a crush on her though she was 10 years older. What the reason was why she became my mentor, was I heard rumor she was a "white witch". Religion fascinated me, as I'd been brought up by a devoted mother. But I wanted to know something and more about all religions. Virginia helped me learn all I could. Enough to satisfy my craving to understand.
There would be a year I'd have a lot of sex. Every time it mystified me and seemed paranormal. Feeling awkward, except during the actual sex, was beyond enduring. Blue balls are real... yeah I know you women think it's a myth, but at that age many men suffer aching balls, called blue balls, and there's only one real remedy. Sex. So a lot of time goes into what today are called "hook-ups".
I'm still single. I remember it all.