SPRING '84

 

 

    On or around January 20, 1984, the new semester began.  When I arrived at the dorm, after the break, everyone wanted to know how I was doing. They remembered what I was like when I left.  I had a religious experience and had found God through Jesus.  It was quit dramatic.  They were surprised to find that I had my head together. It was pretty scrambled when I left.

    I made sure to schedule my classes late enough in the afternoon so I could attend casino school in the mornings.  No one on the floor believed I could get up every morning in time to make it to Atlantic City by eight.  They knew how much I loved to sleep in.  I began to wonder myself.  But when you want something bad enough you will do what it takes.  I didn't want to get bogged down with too much work, so I ended up taking only two classes.

    I started taking four classes.  One was necessary for a Bachelor of Science degree in marketing, the other three were generals.  From the first week of school I was going to drop a class called Depravation of Liberty, in order to ease my workload for casino school.  I blew off the first class, but then I ran into a friend who was in the class and knew I was enrolled in it when he heard my name called during that first meeting.  He asked me why I had not shown up for it.  When I told him I was not interested in taking the course he talked me out of it.  He said it was a great class with an interesting topic, so I showed up for the next session.

    That was a strange class.  It was all about how to deprive people of their freedom by placing them in mental hospitals without their consent.  The more I learned, the angrier I became knowing such things could be done.  During one class we took a field trip to Ancora State Hospital.  This was a local mental hospital, about twenty miles from the school, where the most difficult of patients were placed.

    It was my first time inside anything like that.  I hated it.  I asked myself how anyone could send someone they loved to such a place. It did not seem in the least humane.  We got a tour of the grounds and the underground tunnels used to move patients, and visited a ward that was kept locked at all time.  I remember learning about the people who were there.  Most were just gazing out the windows.

    During one instance inside "the danger ward", my professor, Mona Margarita, took me aside and pointed out a person she said was a doctor who worked for the state.  The doctor was calling out names of the inmates and taking them into an office for an evaluation.  Mona said that it was that doctor's job to interview the patients to determine whether or not they were fit to be released.  She laughed and told me to notice how each one would take less than five minutes.

    Some of my other classes were bothering me as well.  Managerial Statistics II was required for the B.S.  I hated the first one and this one was even worse.  I decided to drop the class along with the B.S. and go for the B.A. that did not require Stats II.  My third class, Evolution, I did not like either.  You are not going to find a missing link.  Apes evolved from apes and man from some other form of man.  Darwin's theory was cleaver, but I think all we have found are not earlier forms of man, rather, earlier forms of other primates.  Species all on to their own.  I ended up keeping the Depravation of Liberty class along with one other general called Extra Ordinary Communities.  That was an interesting class that taught about the Mormons, Gypsies, Shakers, Amish, Oniedians, and two other subcultures. The class was great.  I should have realized then that I was meant to study anthropology.

    When it came time to reapply for on campus housing for September, I told my father to forget it.  The housing rules were getting too belligerent for me, so I was moving off campus.  Three other guys, Mark, Leif, and Jim, were going with me.  The plan was to split a two-bedroom condo and it would be cheaper, much nicer, and less militant than living on campus.  My father could tell I was serious, so he called one afternoon to say he was looking for a tax shelter.  He suggested that he buy a third home down in that area. Dad would buy it and the four of us would rent it from him.  He had already been doing that with my sister.  I was asked to find a nice place and I did just that not four miles off campus.  Stockton State College was in the middle of the sticks, so that was considered close.  Everything was set; I would move in around May 20th and my friends would meet me in September.

    During the time I lived on campus I was able to indulge in my favorite democratic drugs and be able to see such speakers as Abbey Hoffman, G. Gordon Liddy, James (Scotty) Dugan and my favorite, Dr. Tim Leary.  I was also fortunate to be at the filming of "Frankin and Davis at Stockton State".  But it was Dr. Leary who, for the first time this past summer, I heard coin the phrases; "Democratic Drugs" and "Republican Drugs".  It is quit an interesting concept.

    As Leary put it, democratic drugs are those that should be legal. They include marijuana, hash, and psychedelics such as mushrooms, peyote, and LSD, none of which are addictive.  These are the drugs that mellow you out, make you peaceful, open your mind, and have you seeing reality more clearly, which in turn makes you want to love your fellow man.  They make you wish for nothing more then peace and social programs.  Republican drugs on the other hand are drugs that should be illegal. Some of those are cocaine, crack, meth-amphetamines, heroin, and alcohol.  These are all addictive, can cause death, impair the thought process, and make you want to become violent, start wars, commit crimes, or kill your neighbor or yourself.  God, I loved that man.

 
 
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Dedication

Behind These Eyes

Chapter  1 - OVERTURE

Chapter  2 - IN THE BEGINNING

Chapter  3 - MY FIRST SHOT

Chapter  4 - CHAD AND THE DEALER

Chapter  5 - THE DECISION TO DEAL

Chapter  6 - LICENSE TO STEAL

Chapter  7 - CASINO SCHOOL

Chapter  8 - SPRING '84

Chapter  9 - GETTING IN--THE AUDITION

Chapter 10 - BREAKING IN

Chapter 11 - LEARNING THE BIZ

Chapter 12 - SHOOTING DICE: THE HOOK

Chapter 13 - THE CITY, THE CASINOS, AND THE MOB

Chapter 14 - THE MOVE TO GET OUT

Chapter 15 - FIRED BY THE MAFIA

Chapter 16 - ALONG COMES MARY

Chapter 17 - THE TROP

Chapter 18 - OUTSIDE THE BIZ

Chapter 19 - BACK IN THE BIZ--ANOTHER AUDITION

Chapter 20 - THE BIRTH OF NICOLE

Chapter 21 - TRUMP: THE ART OF THE STEAL

Chapter 22 - PREVIEWS OF THINGS TO COME

Chapter 23 - THE BREAK-UP

Chapter 24 - THE NUT HOUSE

Chapter 25 - RECOVERY

Chapter 26 - PARENTAL ALIENATION

Chapter 27 - FIRED FROM TRUMP

Chapter 28 - I FIGHT FOR NICOLE

Chapter 29 - THE RUN-A-ROUND

Chapter 30 - THROWING IN THE TOWEL

Chapter 31 - WHAT NOW

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