56 days until vacation, which means that time seems to drag more and more in direct proportion to how close to vacation I am.
I was reminded of a really good resource, the recycler, for apartments and stuff.
When I first moved to L.A. back in 87, all I had was hope some money and the promise of a couch (which fell through). I ended up living at the YMCA in hollywood, near the Gay-Lesbian center on N. Schrader Boulevard. Looking back, the whole experience was a good one. I met this “straight” aussie bodybuilder who was staying there. God he was hot. He was more muscular bulldog than bodybuilder anyway, we’d go out drinking and just hanging out while he was here.