You see life is like that...we change, that's all. You see, the guy I am now, is not the guy I was then. If the guy I was then met the guy I am now, he'd beat the shit out of me. Those are the facts.
But this fall was going to be the fall alright. Bob and the rest of us had made a note to do absolutely nothing. We were going to waste our educated minds--we had no other way of fighting. As I said, there just weren't enough of us.
And this city was still the same...I mean, look at it! There's nothing going on. That's what I saw when I looked out over the city: nothing. How the Mormon settlers looked upon this valley, and felt that it was the promised land, is beyond me. I don't know, maybe it looked different back then.
What do you do when your foundation falls apart? I don't know. They don't teach you that in school.
still a man--he is alone in the universe, but he connects. How? They hit each other. Oooh. No clearer way to evaluate whether or not you're alive. Now, complications...
To be an anarchist was certainly no easy task, especially in 1985. And having no money, no job, no plans for the future, the true anarchist position, was in itself a strenuous job.
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