I could feel my face turning red in embarrassment. I didn’t know what to say and felt awkward. I looked at him to see how angry he was with me. He laughed and said he thought it was funny. I remembered where we had seen each other before now. I told him I remembered him coming into the doctor’s office where I worked with Kurt. After taking a sip of beer from the bottle in his hand he excitedly told me about a new album they had coming out called Nevermind. We continued talking for a while and then I returned to my friends.
Looking around my living room I decided I was tired of everything. I began placing items in boxes. I did not know where I would move to, but I knew I needed to move. I called my friend Rhonda in San Francisco who said I could stay with her for a while. After all of my belongings were packed and put in storage, I boarded a train for California.
Rhonda lived in the Western Addition a couple of blocks from Haight Street. Her flat she shared with two other friends was in an old Victorian house in the middle of the block. I loved the location as I could walk to Golden Gate Park, Haight Street and the Castro. I began looking for work, with no luck. I was either over qualified or under qualified. Each and every day I got up and spent the entire day looking for work. My money was running out and I did not know what I would do. I had never had trouble finding work before. i looked in the paper, I went to employment agencies and I walked around inquiring at shops. One morning the stress got to me. I decided I was not going out that day. I was depressed and had no one who could help me. I spent the morning wallowing in self pity. In the middle of my tragic morning there was a knock at the door. Wiping the tears off my cheeks I got up and went to answer the door. I opened the door and my friend Charlie from Seattle was standing there.