“Autodidact,” was finally nailed above a ‘so-called’ shop in the Haight Ashbury district in San Francisco, California. On a plank of wood, about twelve square feet, the word, "autodidact," in block letters now hung. Three men, admirably, looked up at the title of their new, so-called shop. “Do you think we’re ready?” Was said by one of them, but almost said in a whisper, so it was ignored by his partners. Instead they all just sighed while staring up at their new business sign.
But finally the question, “Are we ready?” Was processed, and one of the members started to lit one cigarette after another, as the other members started indulging in their favorite ticks as well, probably the most insecure owners of a new business …ever: At least ever documented! And it’s my job to document their almost meteoric descent to absolute failure. But: “what a ride!” ---Still being said by all those involved.
At this point I think introductions should be made. First: We have Mr. (M.D.) Finkelstein, who previously had been a printer, an expert printer, who doctored up a fraudulent M.D. license and started to work saving lives. But was soon promoted, which he understood as a demotion, to DEATH, and started working for the San Francisco Coroner’s department. The dead kept coming and he constantly had to fight his feelings of hopelessness.
Second: We have the philosopher James Redburn, who for the past decade became fascinated with, being and nothingness, and thus always announced his arrival verbally.
Third: We have the Jewish carpenter, David Goodman, probably asked to join the team due to superstition and incredible fear, fear of ‘being’ perhaps, well, maybe that’s what James Redburn thought, so he was begged to join the “Autodidact” team.
They all had honorary titles made and given to themselves, by themselves. They all had these titles in stained wooden frames hung in their new, ‘so-called’ shop. They thought about hiring a marketing expert, but he kept asking, what they thought were ridiculous questions, “what are you selling …doing …you know ---for money?!” He was quickly excused, politely. “Shut up!” ---wasn’t even said.
The End
