[prologue] of a spontaneous encore to the 'Life of Socrates' [quartet]
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My first bout with homelessness was a long time coming. I was going down a whirlpool for years. Mostly between the times I was 19 and 21. Just after September 11, 2001, one or two weeks before I’d be off to Oregon to start music school at the university, I took a drive to North Hampton, Massachusetts, to buy some hash—a rarity in New England. On the way there, when I got off the highway, something went wrong with the car and I couldn’t drive it. I had to call a tow truck and have it brought to the mechanic. I spent that night on a friend’s couch outside of town. Well, more like an acquaintance than a friend, he was a tall ‘white’ guy with dreadlocks. It was he that was selling me an eighth of marijuana and a gram of hashish. The next day, my car was ready, so I started to drive back to Connecticut. But before I got out of Massachusetts, I was pulled over for speeding.
[prologue] of a spontaneous encore to the 'Life of Socrates' [quartet]
[prologue] of a spontaneous encore to the…
[prologue] of a spontaneous encore to the 'Life of Socrates' [quartet]
My first bout with homelessness was a long time coming. I was going down a whirlpool for years. Mostly between the times I was 19 and 21. Just after September 11, 2001, one or two weeks before I’d be off to Oregon to start music school at the university, I took a drive to North Hampton, Massachusetts, to buy some hash—a rarity in New England. On the way there, when I got off the highway, something went wrong with the car and I couldn’t drive it. I had to call a tow truck and have it brought to the mechanic. I spent that night on a friend’s couch outside of town. Well, more like an acquaintance than a friend, he was a tall ‘white’ guy with dreadlocks. It was he that was selling me an eighth of marijuana and a gram of hashish. The next day, my car was ready, so I started to drive back to Connecticut. But before I got out of Massachusetts, I was pulled over for speeding.