Colleges were made so that people as creative as her could drop out of them.
She’s a rebuilder: going to Tech school learning how to weld, strapping kitty liter to the back of her play-it-again racer with a trashed tube (actually biting through it in an act of sheer engineering brilliance).
She has unabashedly started and restarted her adult life a handful of times, circa Seattle, circa New York, circa Berkeley.
She works in a bike shop (nine hours a day, six days a week), saw BOTCH play when she was twelve and laughs at my jokes; a true badass.
Well. I didn't realize you were being such a sneaky pseudo-sociologist, but I'm kind of flattered anyway.
ReplyDelete(For the record: I already know how to weld, and the kitty litter made it home just fine.)