After extricating myself from living with the woman who turned out to be addicted to crystal meth, I transitioned into what I thought was a better living arrangement. I moved into the home of a sweet old lady that lived closer to the temp job I had in Costa Mesa. It was a short bike…
We left off with me driving around Southern California in a daze. I remember at one point making a tearful phone call to my mother from a public phone in a mall. I spent the weekend driving around looking for a place to live. I was determined to be out of the way when my…
The story of my move from Washington, DC to Southern California and the first few years here begs to be told after my college roommate story. You might think that a person could only have one unbelievable roommate story to tell. You would be wrong. First of all, the move to California was something I…
In the process of compiling my application for graduate school, I had to touch on some of the times life didn’t go so smoothly for me. Perhaps one shouldn’t wait until 41 to apply to graduate school because too much can happen that you then find yourself trying to explain. I was trying to write…