Dropping in, Dropping Out

I left home when I was 17 and when I was 19, I moved to Santa Cruz. After spending the first few months there, delivering pizza, washing dishes and waiting tables, I thought it might be more fun to go to school and be supported by my father.

Here’s a letter he wrote to me about his thoughts on the subject. Click on it to read.

Note: I did end up going to school for a stint, but it didn’t suit me. And no, I never got my high school diploma.