a mar-a-SKEE-no cherry
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garnish the details
true story: i dropped out of architecture school. now, i didn't drop completely out
of
of
college, but simply my pre-ordained major and the particular school's specific
curriculum. i was embarrassingly overwhelmed and over-worked, both excuses
to the simple
to the simple
fact that pervaded my fragile ego: i wasn't really talented in the field of
architecture.
architecture.
it was a dream that had persisted for years and a disappointment; much like
axel rose's
axel rose's
'chinese democracry.'
forked in the road, both figuratively and literally, i retreated to a simple base. it
was
was
a joke that magically i could re-invent myself under the guise of eloquence,
when that
when that
wasn't really the issue. a forked tongue, however, convinced everyone to believe
differently. the punch-line wasn't funny like ha-ha, it was paralyzing like uh-oh.
eventually, driving to a party, i hit some black ice and couldn't control my skid. i
hit
a snowbank and thought to myself, "what the hell am i doing in texas?"