Stanford

But I was the same way out-there. I got lazier and lazier. In some of these buildings there were pool tables so I might play pool for awhile. Or if there were student painters around we might take excessively long breaks. Maybe that's the problem with socialism. People get lazy.

I liked my boss and caught a thing for her, though she was not my type. But she had a boy friend and she had gotten him a job out there. But he didn't like it. Too easy he said and one gets lazy. He went back to work on the outside in the tough world of capitalism.

Before they started work in the buildings, and sometimes they sanded the floors, did electrical and plumbing as well as patch and painting, they cleaned them out of every thing left by the students and put it in big bins outside. I was able to get enough T-shirts to last for twenty years.

One of the students out there was diagnosed schizophrenic he said. He was walking in the street and a limousine came along, and he looked at the guy in the back seat, perhaps recognized him as a famous guru, who returned his look with a very strong eye and alakazam - this guy went skitzo just like that. So after psychiatric visits at the behest of his father, he thought he should do like all the hipsters did, drugs, loud music, parties till all hours and a wild life. And I said no that will only make it worse. What you want is no drugs, no loud music, no parties and get a nice serene job. And as for the schizo, you will get used to it and it will not be of that much concern eventually. The next time I saw him at the main cafeteria he had become a gardener.

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