The first time I went apeshit crazy was, as the cliché goes, during my freshmen year of college at UCLA. There was a girl involved, drugs, alcohol, accusations, innuendoes, severed ties. Inevitably my folks had to come rescue me from myself. I spent that spring and the following summer back at my parents'. I tried different anti-depressants, some of which put me right to sleep, others of which had no effect at all; I sat in the various chairs of various shrinks; I got a job waiting tables. When I wasn't working or shrinking I was driving back and forth to night classes at the University of Irvine. Throughout it all -- but especially during those drives -- I listened... More >>>