I remember the discussion we had at Chris’s dinner table, what would you do if you knew within the first month of your pregnancy that your child was retarded? For most at the table there was no question, lose the child, fetus. I wasn’t certain, that is until my return back to Astoria Queens and back to the dirty skater house. You see, the man children I live with might as well be 27 year old mentally challenged adults. And most the time I am at this house I dearly wish I wasn’t here sharing this fantastic experiment in non-functional-living.
I remember in Oregon having similar sentiments against the others in my group housing experiments there, and for the most part I think I am a cleanly and affable roommate; but perhaps destined to not live with others. I think the argument that mentally challenged adults are a burden on society is misplaced. I would say that skaters in their mid-twenties who don’t know how to turn on the stove or pay a bill, should be just as singled out in this abortive eugenic mission.