The Double Date
I laugh about it now but three years after graduating from college, I remember asking myself if this was it as I sprinted my way through a concert parking-lot trying to evade some under-cover police officers. Was this my lot in life? No pun intended.
You see, three years after graduating from a commuter school in the deep south armed with a degree in Political Science, I now found myself in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with hair past my shoulders, a bunch of fresh, random, tattoos, driving a used but serviceable motorcycle, and working as a professional bootleg concert…