After I graduated from Stetson University, I took a year off to study. If you have ever read my crappy memior, which I really did try my best on given the circumstance of my torture, suffering, pain, you’ll know I studied skepticism, Kiekegaard, philosophy of religion, God and a pastor or two. And faith, family and humor. This all leads to seriousness. I listened to a scholar or two at Stetson about Kierkegaard. And, most of all, I didn’t simply study philosophy: I lived it.