Me and Hobie
I was free at last! No more school. I never thought of going to collage, instead I worked at odd jobs. I quite Carls Jr. a long time ago and had been working at Marshalls on Beach Blvd. I quickly found out however that I could make more money working in restaurants. I liked working breakfast places because it gave me a good part of the day off, but then getting up early became a drag, so I moved to working lunches. Later I worked dinners. I really started making money when I moved to being a cocktail waitress.
Ray, David and I were having a good time at the Utica house, but something was about to change.
One evening, after one of our parties, Ray and David stayed up late talking to a couple of girls.
"Are you coming to bed?" I asked Ray.
"In awhile." He responded. My chest froze up like an ice cube and I couldn't breath. I was filled with jealously. I wanted to run away from the house and Ray's little private party. I put on my shoes, grabbed Ray's car keys, and I climbed out of our bedroom window. I got into the car and took off ending up at an all night movie theater. I bought a ticket to see The Who's Tommy. By the time I got home the girls were gone and everyone was asleep. Ray and I got into a fight the next morning and it was decided that I would move out.
A week later I moved back home, but by now my Mom had her soon-to-be husband living with her, so my move-back lasted only a couple of weeks. There was nothing wrong with my Mom's fiancé, in fact, the guy was great. He was better than the guy she moved to Bellflower for. That guy was the sit-on-my-lap-so-I-can-stick-my-tongue-down-your-throat guy. He tried it one afternoon. I ran out out the house screaming, "Gross! Gross! Gross!" and unexpectedly kicked his bass guitar to the floor. It was plugged in and on. The clang was really loud and I could hear it all the way out the door. He didn't try it again. I never told anyone and I stayed away from him at all costs. It was then that I really started getting high just to stay out of the house. I was stoked when he and my Mom broke up.
Anyway, the deal now was, both my bother and I were out of the house and my Mom wanted to keep it that way. Things worked out however, because there was a friend of mine that needed a roommate...and she lived on 41st St. Newport Beach. I moved in with her. I could walk to the waves.
Once settled into my new place Ray and I began talking again. I loved him and wanted to fix things but he had gotten another girl pregnant.
"I'm not going to go through all that abortion stuff again." he told me.
We were done.
Ray and his new girlfriend got married. They're still married and have two kids.
After the final break up I spent my time whoring around, having fun and going on surf trips. My brother had gotten a job working on boats in Newport Harbor and was doing his own thing. Ethel would come by and we'd hang out. Sometimes on Saturday nights we'd get really stoned and go to Calvary Chapel Costa Mesa to watch Christian rock bands play. It was my first substantial encounter with the Christian God. My Mom gave me a a bible called The Way, printed in 1972 by Youth For Christ International. I actually read it, (in private). However, this is how Christian I was...
My Newport Beach roommate worked as a waitress at a real posh restaurant in Newport. Sometimes she'd bring home credit cards that customers would leave behind. We'd then go to the swap-meet at the Orange County Fair Grounds and enjoy a spending spree. (Sorry people..if it's any consolation I've had my identity stolen a couple of times).
My first car...
I finally got my Driver's License (and a fake ID) at the OC DMV.
While living on 41st St. I borrowed $250 dollars from my Mom for my first car. I bought a 1960-something Ford Cortina stick shift. The damn thing spent most of its time on blocks in the ally between 40th and 41st street. I had to rebuild the breaks, alternator, replace all the belts and hoses. I had to fix the radiator and replace the clutch. Needless to say I spent all my money on the thing and had a hard time paying back my Mom. We got into a big fight about it. I finally paid her back. To this day I've never asked her for another penny.
My rusty red Cortina did take me to work, sometimes, and when it did I'd have to park on a hill so I could jump start it...just in case. When I began seeing the boy next door my Cortina sat more and more, dripping every drop of fluid onto the pavement.
By the end of the summer the guy next door and I were hot-and-heavy. My roommate like him also and got very upset. One morning I came home to find all my stuff out in the street. My roommate wouldn't let me into the house to make sure everything of mine was accounted for so I broke down the door and came close to a fist fight with her. By the time I got my stuff I realized much of it had been stolen while out in the street. It was then that I decided to leave California. I moved what was left of my belongings to my brother's house while my new boyfriend (Tim) and I made plans to move to Hawaii. While I was staying with my brother someone had taken keys to my ex-roommate's nice new brown Porsche 911. To this day I bet she thinks it was me, but it wasn't. She was a bitch to a lot of people.
Tim, his best friend, another friend, and me: Mexico
Tim's dad was a Captain at Wheeler Air Force Base in Wahiawa, Hawaii. We decided to move there. By now I had surfed up and down the California and Baja coast for a number of years. I figured I was ready for the big time. The famous North Shore! I had a yard sale, pack up my two Robert August kneeboards, and gave my brother the keys to my Cortina, "Get what ever you can get for it." I told him. He got $300 dollars for the thing.
"I sold it to a guy who liked the surf racks and the stickers." My brother told me in the letter he sent. The letter had a check in it for $200. I bought cocaine and fresh Hawaiian mushrooms with the money. I was never to live in California again...only visit.
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