Summer of '71 Chapter 01

I had dropped out of my first semester at Rutgers Camden. I didn't like college at all, and I had no idea what to do in life. I had a vague ambition about being an actor, but not the foggiest idea how to go about it. I took a job with the company I had worked for during the past two summers, unskilled labor unloading trucks, and then I ended up emptying trailer loads of magazines at the post office building near 30th Street Station in Philly. It was a dirty, thankless job, but it was easy and I was on my own and unsupervised. I worked the first three months of the year outside in all kinds of weather, freezing my butt off and pulling muscles in my arms and chest. After a while I decided to look for another job.

What I was going to do and how were a mystery to me, and all I could think of was the warmth of summer. Little did I know that my life would become mixed up in a bizarre tale of suicide and Satan Worship, just because I wanted to go swimming and maybe have sex for the very first time.