An Authentic Life 1.1 for pdf - Universalist Radha-Krishnaism

other engineering students. I made the rounds of fraternity
parties and started classes. After two weeks, I
knew I did not want to be an engineer. I tried transferring
to the Pratt Art School, but because my scholarship
was in engineering, I couldn’t. I put minimal
effort into engineering classes, studied English composition,
sociology, and existential literature electives,
hung out with the art students, and sat in on life
drawing classes.
Joe’s Bar on Clinton Street became a favorite
hangout for me and many of my classmates. They had
good food and drink as well as a congenial atmosphere.
I also made regular trips to Greenwich Village
and the Lower East Side, where beat culture was in
full bloom. Sometimes, I walked there across the
Brooklyn bridge.
My friend Joel, a student from Brighton Beach,
introduced me to his friends, and I dated a Lebanese
Jewish girl. We told her parents that my name was
Steve Levi, since they only let her date Jews.
Toward the end of the school year as finals
neared, my student loan money was running out. I
got a job selling magazine subscriptions on the streets
and door to door in Brooklyn and the Bronx with a
multiracial crew of young people. After work, we
went to a pool hall in Harlem, scored some pot and
hung out together.
When school ended, I dropped out and moved
into a garret in Bedford Stuyvesant. I shared a large
room divided in half by stacked milk case shelves
with a black, jazz bass player. I got a job doing layout
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