Last day of
the month. I'm moving to San Francisco with Kelly and
Sharol. I don't know if it's the biggest mistake of my
life or what. Maybe not. I know for sure that staying
in this area will kill me. I'll go insane for sure. I
won't have to pay rent. That will be good. I'm going to
get a job there. Hopefully in a restaurant. I think I
would make a good waiter. I would probably have to bus
tables at first. No problem there, if the place is nice
enough, then I'll make good tips. I want to make money
so that I can pay off my bills here. I owe so much money,
it's horrible. I withdrew from Cuesta College, which made
me upset. I don't think I'll be going to school for awhile.
If things work out I'll return to school next fall in
1987. It seems so far but in reality it's not. My friends
here don't know I'm leaving. It's better now that they
don't know. I hope to save a thousand dollars to start
a business with Mark. A Male Escort service. Mark has
