Stevens

I went back to my loft. The contractor had returned with friends. I was getting work again. I took in a pair of room mates and got a phone. It was my intention to commute to Hoboken and keep the place and work as I could. No. The room-mates moved out. The contractor needed someone who could work on his schedule. Joy was not enough to pass math. I did summer semester. Three times. I could not trust my notes and thus did not study. The texts became steadily less readable with my limited progress. I finished about two and a half years work in three and a half years. I sold the loft in the summer of 73 for back rent. I was in debt. I had the concepts but not the skill for their successful manipulation. I had a few good friends.