Away from the endless arguments with my father, away from the mindless freedom of the open road, all that rage inside me turned in on itself. I had talked my parents into paying for a tiny apartment on the city’s north side. I didn’t want to live in a dorm. I wanted privacy so I could go on writing four hours a day. I hated sitting in lecture halls, so I scheduled all my classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Even so, I rarely went to any of them. As a result, I was often isolated, cut off from much of college life. The city itself was a disappointment to me. The radical years there were over. The riots and mayhem I’d been hoping to see had passed like a storm. The revolution of the sixties was supposed to have ushered in a new “Age of Aquarius” when all would be peace and love everywhere. Big surprise: it never happened. Instead, the college town’s streets were littered with the detritus of the hoped-for millennium. Scruffy street people begged and sold drugs along the sidewalks of the main drag, Telegraph Avenue.
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