I took a bunch of philosophy classes. I can't imagine why. That's some boring shit. I was 18-19, probably thought that made me seem 'deep'. I don't remember a stitch of it except to say the philosophy professor I remember very well and he may have set my life on a different (better) path that took a while to coalesce. Roy Terdal, one of the Scandinavians drawn to Michigan's frigid seas.