Someday's I will go downtown looking for work and unpredictable things will happen. Yesterday I went to Downtown Berkeley. I was just walking and happened to cross paths with a couple Rasta's playing guitar on the sidewalk. So I just pulled out my mouth harp and went to town jamming country blues style. The tallest with his full head of dred's played a couple Bob Marley tunes for the school children who stopped to listen to us. It was great fun. Later we hopped in one of their vans to smoke a joint. I sat between them in this van crammed full of all their life possessions and we started to smoke and debate on which states where black friendly and which states took the longest after the civil rights movement to incorporate black culture into their local communities. These traveling rasta musicians where some of the most down to earth people I'd ever met. Just kind as could be and filled with soul. The happening really made my day. Of course if they knew I was writing this they would probably think I was square haha and we can't have that. Those folks really thought I was just a traveler like them without a home to go back to. Which when I really think about it makes me feel a bit deceitful and spoiled, even fortunate.
Lately I haven't really been able to figure out which class of society I am supposed to fit into. I know it's something I am not supposed to think about and that doing what I feel will land me in one of 3 classes. I'm not supposed to make a decision it's just supposed to happen? I know it's ridiculous and I can make the decision. It's deciding what I want to do with my life, and it's killing me. Oh, and yes it's all very coming of age and all that wonderful American t.v. sitcom bull shit. I have a hard time dealing with the fact that there is nothing to stop me from picking up my motorcycle and just flying across America and Mexico at 90mph. Playing music on street corners for enough money to buy dinner, another couple gallons of gasoline, and whatever drugs and booze you can find. Where does that road end? Do you get bored after a year and just want to settle down and become a lawyer? Or do you find the meaning of life and build yourself a home somewhere on the beaches of Mexico then spend the rest of your day's building your boat and riding around on your motorcycle with 16 year old Mexican girls. I guess it all turns out how you make it turn out no matter which direction you choose. Perhaps I should pose the question as a matter of multiple choice.
Life Test #1
What are you going to do with your life?
A. Goto college, join society, find job that pays $50K, have kids.
B. Sky rocket across America on a motorcycle, never settle down, move to the beaches of Mexico, build a house, find 16 year old Mexican girl to marry, have lots of kids....like 20.
C. Goto college, start your own business, don't join society, make a million, have kids.
Oh no one is knocking the question, it's a perfectly good question. What I don't understand are the answers. Are there more answers? Perhaps one that I have missed?