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No institutions of higher learning for me. All that cutting class, along with my Fuck it, I’m gonna be in a band anyways attitude, lent itself to some miserable report card days, and no one was gonna be paying my way into any fancy $$$ university. (Despite my sucky grades I did rock star my way in to the University of Southern California later, at the age of forty-six. And I loved it there.) I tried a couple of junior colleges for a week here and there, but I knew it wasn’t for me. Walking around a college campus eating their shitty food in an attempt to set up a “stable” future? I saw it as a ...more
Acid for the Children: A Memoir
by Flea
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