This summer was largely the precursor to the coming life phase. I worked at a ladder factory this summer, which felt like I rather exhausting job to me at this point in time, having had a minimum of labor in my life. It also ranked as my hottest summer ever, or seemed so due to the fact that I was always driven to work by a friend whose car had no air conditioning. He was also a new age retro hippie, meaning that I was surrounded by 60's music this summer. It seems like all my free time was spent riding in one person or another's vehicle, constantly with my friends at some restaurant or eatery. I guess it was the first summer that several of us had wheels, though it never stood out to me for that fact, and we never went anywhere distant. I had a chaotic sleep schedule, and specifically recall an evening in which I half-consciously watched Pink Floyd's The Wall, and would've been quite distraught over the depression it put in my half-conscious mind, were it not overpowered by my exhaustion. I seemed to slide from existentialist to beatnik at this time, but frankly, my life was on hold, and I often regard this time as "between life-phases."