Three years ago, I left the farm in favor of some school in the middle of a desert.
Where i didn't learn diddly except mistrust and contempt for the corporate hivemind.
They labeled me and tried to have me arrested on bogus claims. Hardly a day goes by and I don't have to live with the scar they left in my memory.
But today, i'm gettin drunk on a plane. Flyin to an industry show as a recognized craftsman.
Aint it Funny how life works