I went back to college after my first European vacation. But my heart just wasn't in it. I was just going through the motion at school. My grade went downhill. Eventually, I dropped out after 1 and a half year of college. You would've thought that I would just quickly make some money and get back on the road again. After I came back for Europe, I was in a party mood for along time. Finally, I got a job as a construction worker. Work steady till 1991. Then I told all my friends that I'll be gone for maybe 2 years. Instead, I was gone for 6 years. But as soon as I landed in Canada, I wanted to leave again. I went to Europe the second time by myself. I wasn't scared anymore. I also stopped my habbit pf leeching to other people. If I found someone interesting, we might travel together. If not, no big deal.