I was not the most responsible person in my 20's. Just before I was supposed to graduate college, I failed a few courses. Didn't tell anyone, even went through the graduation line and received a bogus diploma. My parents were proud of me but didn't know it was all a lie. Sold all my stuff in the fall of 89, moved to Colorado to be a ski instructor. That didn't work out, ended up in San Francisco a few months later and worked in the Hunters Point Navy Yard for a while. After about a year my failed courses and unfinished degree were eating a hole in my soul, so I went back to school and finished in March of '91. My senior year of college took a while.