Excerpt: If there's nothing you can do right, then you can do anything wrong. At least that's the way we saw it. We decided to sell everything we could and then hitchhike cross-country. The for-sale sign that we posted publicly in the mailroom read: ATTENTION! We are going to run away and "split for the coast" and we need "bread." Everything must go. Come to our rooms and see what we have. Wilson and Pasty. And we weren't kidding, although everybody assumed we were.
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