Bohemian, Libertine?

Lou Reed, once recalled a misadventure whether real or imagenery, exagerated - I do not know. And the anecdote is of dodging beer bottles - causing riots in every city... Thankfully, I have never had to duck from bottles hurled in derision... Though I have been a target ( repository?) of dissapointment; mainly from you, father. Father, long dead who set the course of my life a course beyond old-school beyond ultra- conservative... And yes, I veered widely so much so you called me bohemian, libertine... But, is there a simpler analysis, one less condemning? Is mine merely the freedom of an artist, a deliberate non- conformity unshackled, unafraid? Is it the euphoria known only by rebels? - A joyful abandon the way of the poet? It is a path trying at times a march to a different drummer- the tune, words and language... And I'll tell you- outsiders, eccentrics, you will be secretly admired, regaled though ever misunderstood and never the norm- and often it will be a burden, heavy, cruel... But the craft is also blessed - a beautiful thing for it is, - a gift, priceless.