John Coltrane John Coltrane cont.

A few months before, I had started graduate school in Cambridge, Mass.  I was living in an old row house with three roommates who had all arrived at this destination from a housing notice posted on a bulletin board at school. A postgrad biology student was looking for three roommates. He was a strange(maybe unique is a better word) guy from Alabama who had just gotten back from a year living with Costa Rican lizards. My other roommates were an African American guy from Oklahoma and a Greek guy from Pennsylvania. Together, we were a formidably insane force, but that is a different story. We had all gone home for winter break (in the urban Northeast filled with Irish and Italian immigrants then referred to as Christmas break as spring break was Easter break). After I had fulfilled familial Christmas obligations (with an underlying tension due to my refusal to attend Mass), I explained that I needed to return to Cambridge to get prepared for the next term. Of course, there was little truth to that, but I didn't want to spend a week in argument over the validity of the Catholic religion, which I had abandoned four years prior(another story). So I packed the suitcase that my parents had given me for graduating from college and headed back to what I was sure would be a week filled with debauchery(or at least what little I knew about debauching - I need to look up that root, bauch, and see what I was de-ing). I came back to a cold, empty house made colder by the absence of any human warmth and the stench of empty beer cans and unemptied garbage from our bon voyage party - a perfect environment for breeding existential angst(two words I had explored in my senior philosophy class taught by a Catholic layman who was knocked off the tenure track for teaching this taint of humanism). I commenced to drink and smoke myself into a darkly meditative coma accompanied by Jimi Hendrix wailing on my new AR turntable,speakers, and tube amp that I bought from two MIT dropouts that were starting this stereo company out of a storefront "ARE YOU EXPERIENCED." and all I could answer was "hardly."   blogging time is up  bye