My education was different because I was different.  Though never intending to intellectualize my interests  I never-the-less had many interests besides music.
	As an art student working thru school playing music  I had trouble fitting in especially with those who had  real career interests that were considered to be useful.  Not glitzy.
	My first new friends just wanted to go out to eat, but  that was expensive and so I learned to to cook at  home.
	Almost everyone wanted to drink.  In fact nobody wanted a friend who didn't.
	Drinking often got me in trouble,  especially at work.  Working a bar-band gig has both perks and pitfalls.  Some gigs pay with 'all you and your guests can drink'.  Sax life can drown you in beer. Literally.
	Everyone wanted to find a special friend. Dating was  difficult. Scheduling was harder still. Everyone  wanted to go see bands and hear music. I tried taking  dates to my music gigs but they always got bored and  went off with someone else.     Females don't really like music that much, they just  want to date the glitzy stars, especially chick magnet  guitarists who don't  have time for dating.
	Few spoke my lingo. I never could relate to common  ordinary diction of the masses. I had to learn slang as  a second language.
	It was never the right time for dating. Especially with  more mature individuals. Everyone was juggling  work, children and vicious  animals.
	I was beginning to be bored with life and longed for  new experiences.  One summer I left school and  joined a band at the beach. It was all about night  rituals and party life at the night club... the *._ ...  star dot bar grill pub.
	I became a student of life, working in clubs and getting  to know the club scene and filling my surroundings  with new interests. Some of them, dangerous.
	My new club friends were oddballs and misfits like myself.  I often had a 3AM breakfast with strippers, actors and  various late night performers.
	Outside the club our drummer collapsed after the first gig.
	After that it was night after night of grueling hellish gigs  with different drummers. I too, was beginning to see life  thru the drinking glass.
	Music was becoming a hassle, a constant struggle with  the owner and his bouncers.
	...To be continued  Look for new articles on my  Shockoe Reader in May and June.  new: Sax Quash