Studied Zen and the Tao when I was 17 years old in a NH youth detention center halfway house.
Everywhere I go I seem to catch someone's intrigue which lights a fire of interest.
When I was 17 it was young guy intern who was going to college for psychology. Awesome guy.
Became intrigued when we were sitting on the stairs with a few other delinquents.
He was talking about his class on forensic psychology.
I asked if the subject was named so after after psychoanalysist Sandor Ferernczi. (Enfant Terrible)
The other delinquents walked away and we walked to the park in downtown Manchester, NH for the first of our many talks.
When we got back he wanted to see the 100 some odd classic literature, poetry and philosophy books in my room.
Asked me what my plans were for the night and I said, get stoned and drop some acid. He said OK. Be back in the morning.
Came in my room in the morning with the Tao of Pooh and a book on Zen.
As I'm wont to do went on a deep dive into the subjects.
A good amount of value they carry that I don't seem to understand.
Grabbing a beer and a smoke and headed outside to sit on the porch to maybe get to to know some of these cute women. Hookers? I dunno. Don't care cuz....
Fuck the Celtics.
Zen?