well....he INSISTED!!!! he pressured me into it. what was i going to do? shout *no!**i won't hear of it!**never!**not on your life!!!*!?!?!?! after his repeated pressuring and insistence?!?!??!?! you like, like, what do you mean, money? you're just giving it to me? how much? what do you mean?!!?!?!??
and then after he rescued me from the nut houses of my university of chicago's hospitals? (eventually the eating disorder unit)(after i got back out, and left school, and was lounging around in bulimic escapism with my custard in the studio, trying not to want to kill myself?)
i had actually earned quite a bit myself, but not at school, my mom didn't want me working, too, taking away from my studies. oh well about all that... :-//// hey, didja hear? marijuana is legal now!!! too bad it makes me completely paranoid, or otherwise turns me into a gelotological lunatic.