Laura said to me the other day: “Come home!” I had in the past considered Oakland my home, but I hadn’t thought about it in that way in some time. I won’t say the Bay Area is where I belong or where I’m supposed to be, but I did fit in there, and I did have a real good time when I wasn’t having a bad time. When I was there in October, I saw about a dozen of my friends, and I thought, “Gosh! What am I doing!”
I took some pictures and never did anything with them. I am doing something with them right now:
The Bay Area kind of sucks. I also love the heck out of it. Lord! I just need to make some money, and find a way to keep on doing that, and then I can see my friends again.