My parents didn’t stand in my way when I was 16 years old… They knew I had to find, they knew I was pining, for the door to the art world… They knew that I had to find the door — to Bohemia. I had my pretentious artwork, but my parents didn’t laugh too bad… I needed to be reined in once in a while. But they didn’t have a hateful vibe, they didn’t demean. In fact, I’m grateful because they didn’t… stand in my way, when I was — standin’ in Harvard Square, pretentious artwork in my hand. The New York hipsters saw me standin’ there, and they knew this young man was looking for the door…. To Bohemia. There I was standin’ in the square, pretentious artwork folio, but they knew I had to find the way…. To Bohemia. I was bratty. Bratty… but sincere. Yes, I was bratty… But I had to know, they knew I had to go. Pretentious Artwork Folio, it showed me the door, to Bohemia. High school was night. But they showed me light. When they helped me find the door to Bohemia. Desperate, desperate, hook or crook… I searched for Bohemia in the high school dusty art book. Faintly, faintly, conjured I — I searched for Bohemia in the darkened Boston sky. And once they saw that I wouldn’t back down, well they showed me the door to Bohemia. -j richman last night playing the door to Bohemia (Taken with Instagram)

My parents didn’t stand in my way when I was 16 years old… They knew I had to find, they knew I was pining, for the door to the art world… They knew that I had to find the door — to Bohemia. I had my pretentious artwork, but my parents didn’t laugh too bad… I needed to be reined in once in a while. But they didn’t have a hateful vibe, they didn’t demean. In fact, I’m grateful because they didn’t… stand in my way, when I was — standin’ in Harvard Square, pretentious artwork in my hand. The New York hipsters saw me standin’ there, and they knew this young man was looking for the door…. To Bohemia. There I was standin’ in the square, pretentious artwork folio, but they knew I had to find the way…. To Bohemia. I was bratty. Bratty… but sincere. Yes, I was bratty… But I had to know, they knew I had to go. Pretentious Artwork Folio, it showed me the door, to Bohemia. High school was night. But they showed me light. When they helped me find the door to Bohemia. Desperate, desperate, hook or crook… I searched for Bohemia in the high school dusty art book. Faintly, faintly, conjured I — I searched for Bohemia in the darkened Boston sky. And once they saw that I wouldn’t back down, well they showed me the door to Bohemia. -j richman last night playing the door to Bohemia (Taken with Instagram)

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