Well, ol' Rap pissed away six years (minus a little over a year fer Uncle Sam) and got HISSELF a degree in English Literature and minors in Philosophy, Theology, and Drama.

Philosophy means lots of Existentialism, which is pretty damned depressing. Even Camus is depressing. I mean, "The point is to live." Come on, ya gotta do better than just live. Maybe he meant "The point is to live it up." Ol' Jean-Paul Sartre makin' tons of money, all of it pointless, but he kept on makin' it. Like a virtuoso banjo player: rakin' in the dough for doin' what? It taught me not be an Existentialist. Not even one like Heidigger or Buber, if they were. But it did make for great talk at parties over beer and stuff. Impressed the girls, too. "Ah, who knows what tomorrow shall bring? We could all be dead or even worse, graduated and have to go to work. Let's go in the bedroom and...."

At least Drama was pretty straightforward.