Counterculture I (of II)
When I was eighteen I went to college.
When I was seventeen I was stoned.
When I was seventeen I was complacent to the thought ‘It Is In Your Best Interest To Go To College.’ I still don’t know if it was.
When I was seventeen and one quarter I was stoned and searched the Internet for ‘counterculture colleges’. The number one result was a list called ‘TOP TEN COUNTERCULTURE COLLEGES’ on hightimes.com. At the time of this writing the article is still available via the following hyperlink: http://www.hightimes.com/read/top-ten-counterculture-colleges.
At the very least you should follow the link and look at the first counterculture college on the High Times list. That’s exactly what I did when I was seventeen and one quarter.
And then I went to that college. I went to the first college on the High Times list of TOP TEN COUNTERCULTURE COLLEGES.
I have a diploma, too.
From the number one school on the High Times list.
I am $26,000 in debt.
Joni says, “Time moves so fast these days.”
Joni is somewhere between three and four times my age and I am twenty-two.
It is Valentine’s Day and Joni is cooking dinner.
I ask her if she is cooking a ‘Valentine’s Day dinner’.
Joni shouts .
"What? It’s Valentine’s Day?”
She is very surprised.
I decide to suppress my lust of youth and sit with her a little longer.
Joni thinks I am funny because today I am wearing nice clothes that have ketchup stains on them.
I think Joni is funny because she did not know today is Valentine’s Day.
I ask her if she really didn’t know.
She says that she really didn’t know.
Now Joni is telling me that if I want a job I should go through the phone book to ‘see what’s out there’.
I tell Joni that nobody uses phone books anymore.
“Oh they don’t, do they?”
Joni gave me a couple of old cameras today.
One of them looks like it was once taken on family vacations in the 60s and I wonder what it has seen.
I spilled my cup of coffee and broke the mug on Joni’s porch when I was getting the cameras. Joni had left them in a plastic bag on the porch for me.
I meant to wash the coffee off her porch so that it didn’t stain.
But I forgot.
Time moves so fast these days, you know?
When I said goodbye to Joni I told her to have a nice day.
She looked at me startled and confused, as if I were an intruder.
She smiled “Well, sure, why the hell not?” and I left, smiling.