Right now, it looks like freelancing is what I’ll be doing whether I want to or not, since I seem to lack the necessary B.A. that most of the job postings I’m seeing demand. I left college just a month after David Lee Roth left Van Halen, and around the time Microsoft demonstrated Windows at Comdex and Ronald Reagan visited Bitburg cemetery – I’d spent my third undergraduate year working for two student newspapers, and knew that the marks in the envelope I never opened revealed the fruit of two terms of near-perfect absence from classes. I’d already done some writing for money, and decided that was probably an altogether better way to take a running leap into my 20s than spending the next year – or two, or three – putting together the random component parts of an arts B.A.
