Many years ago, I dropped out of law school. As
wise a decision as fleeing from law school is at any time, it left
me unemployed and debt-ridden in Boston in the midst of the
recession of the early 1990s. Cut off from my cozy, if temporary,
academic existence, and with my list of creditors rather lengthier
than my list of potential employers, I did what any enterprising
young man does in difficult economic times: I sold...umm...genetic
material to the highest bidder in a city full of competing
researchers; I worked as a paid medical guinea pig in a series of
increasingly bizarre experiments involving both cocaine and
marijuana, and wrote about the
experience for Penthouse; and I started a little
house-painting and handyman business off the books.
Read more: http://reason.com/archives/2013/03/07/as-government-grasps-for-tax-revenue-bra
Read more: http://reason.com/archives/2013/03/07/as-government-grasps-for-tax-revenue-bra
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