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So the obligation is fulfilled and he is now free to pursue his own dreams and genius demanding no other course but the one in front of him.

  • worked on a walnut ranch knocking walnuts out of trees with a stick in the hot sun. Lived in Quonset hut.
  • worked for the telephone company doing all kinds of dirty, physical jobs with some of the more dirtiest and physical individuals around. Drove green truck and worked in shavings of wood, in heat, in sweat and strange mixtures of noise.
  • Worked for a leftist newspaper, contributing all kinds of articles. Went to meetings where all the writers would sit around and discuss what would go into the paper; most of the voices were middle-age leftists and liberals who lived in the wealthy section of Berkeley. They have the best wine.
  • Worked in a large hospital with a variety of folk; welfare mothers, collegiate women, transients, managers, doctors, nurses; dreadful job disciplined by night busywork. Heard many tales.
  • Worked in a warehouse doing various things; shipping clerk, organized warehouse, saw wretched conditions. Only thing good about it was the stereo playing classical music and an old Japanese woman named Suzie.
  • Worked at stained-glass company pulling panes of glass out of crates and stacking them on shelves; a useless job.
  • Worked with prisoners from the county jail on the site of a company town being dismantled on a point in the Carquinez Straits; worked in winter, in the mud, pulling bricks out of the mud and salvaging them for some Podunk from Sacramento; a useless, horrible job.
  • Worked in an ugly factory in the factory section of Berkeley smelling like a chemical bath and hot soap; utterly humiliating occupation.
  • Wrote some useless, frivolous "novels" for some strange fellow from New York; tutored students and then got sucked into a bit of easy money; horrible, humiliating, ugly experience.

All gone, all behind me; no more, no more, no more. Can't give a lick on chrome what anyone says. Obligation fulfilled; ego ruined, success!



David Eide
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