Bill looks at her.  She's looking at him.  The Barista at 
Starbucks is drop dead gorgeous.  He gets up, walks over and 
orders a refill.  Bill's spent a contented night at his 
Vista camp in a wet bag.  He's ready for Saturday, 09, May, 
2015.  He plugs in his phone attaches the head phones to his 
bald head, downloads "Her", Avril Lavigne, turns her on and 
writes.  Writes his plan for the day, notes on web pages and 
looks over his many papers of stories and sketches.

Bill is on track for Wednesday, but he thinks about Aubrie
in Vegas and a trip out there before Wednesday.  Then he
remembers asking Shannon to tell him no.  And the advantages
of staying on track and leaving the chapter in Vegas behind.
Burne is getting annoying, Bill is ready to say good-bye.
Forever.  Burne can find another way to his billions.
"What's the last straw?", Malcolm asks.  Bill's got Craig
praying for him, the First Presbyterian Church, Dennis and
Audie rooting for him and Malcolm aggravating him, producing
electricity.




Half my present lifetime ago, I came to San Diego County.
I was in a low paying job in Orange County, living with wife 
and three kids in a one bedroom apartment, spending three 
hours on a bus to get to work, not attending meetings.  All 
that changed.  We moved into a three bedroom condominium, 
Lydia bought clothes, we bought furniture, the job paid 
well, it was exciting times.  We went back to the Kingdom 
Hall immediately.  One year and three months later things 
changed again.  I was part of a massive layoff and was out 
of work three months.  We were evicted from the condo, we 
signed up for welfare, I was assigned a back-to-work 
workshop and my schizophrenia came back and I developed 
depression.

After the new job started for the County Assessor I was doing
better, while under doctor Winocor's care and taking Haldol.
But I stopped because I couldn't afford to lose the job by
taking off work to visit the doctor.  So I slipped back into
paranoia and had to quit the job, after eight months.  The boss
insisted I stay and work things out, but I couldn't.  I knew
I was a goner for the time being.  Shortly I managed to get
another job in Carlsbad, detailing beams and columns and
miscellaneous steel structures, like rail for gates.  The boss,
Chang Ru was a task mater and an ogre, but we got along, sort of.  
And I explained my mental illness, which at first he said he 
could tolerate.  But his abuse was too much, he tormented 
everyone in the office and I was the one who couldn't 
tolerate it, and quit.  After eight months.

San Diego proved to be a challenge.  Then I went to work for Hughes 
Industrial Products and thrived to the point of being 
promoted to supervisor and told I would be hired permanently, 
having worked there two and a half years as a temp.  But my 
father died and I shaved my head.  The boss informed me 
my job ended.  Three months no work and I worked three 
months at Escondido Metal Products detailing beams and 
columns again.

Now entering Palomar College, Bill goes to Palomar for the 
peace and a session on a PC, after a wet San Diego night 
under the rain clouds in a soaked sleeping bag.  Burnie's 
got him calculating the profits, returns and incentives of 
his "Plan". Seems as hes envisioned it, it needs work.  
He's trying to devise a network marketing scheme where 
everybody makes money, the tab is growing.  Burnie's 
project is mushrooming.  Bill's in town and Malcolm hasn't 
called.  Better soon, before Bill's gone.  Justin is 
missing.  Dennis and Audie are UPS'ing Bill's stuff from 
Vegas to Malcolm's.  That better arrive, too, before he 
leaves.




Twenty years ago, where I'm sitting, at this moment, in a 
booth in McDonald's Escondido Avenue and Vista Way, I was 
stabbed in the back by a Joel Zammaron. He offer a 
proposition of my drawing landscaping plans for him for 
fifty dollars a pop, peanuts.  I was broke, so I did it, 
but it was like stabbing me. Now one Burnie is doing it to 
me He's promising a remuneration, but it's pie in the sky.
And  he doesn't let up, he's driven by greed.  He doesn't
care if he rips me off in his pursuit of wealth for himself.  
His scheme is suspect, big time. Looney Tune, what do I do?
Maybe, no phone, keep it text awhile.  Fax, do what he wants
and see if the insistence lessens, or not.  Maybe drop the
flake, and be happy. "Write it down" Tony Ray, Devorah,
Leslie.

"Dad, you don't have money for a tattoo."  Bill's new 
dragon tattoo blows Malcolm away.

Lydia was drinking heavily, the boys were doing drugs, 
Wesley was propositioning every girl he came across, the 
$22,000 was used up, a lot on expensive motel rooms.  I 
bought the 20' motor home.  We were all in it.  We could 
have moved up, in time.  But they left.  My stipend was 
reduced because Lydia was working and rejoined me.  I 
couldn't pay the space rent, Janet let me park by Mom's, 
I climbed the Cajon Pass, not knowing if the aged RV 
would do it, or give out before the top.  I was alone, 
abandoned and wondering what the future held.  It was 
euphoria reaching the summit and seeing a new land and 
time not ended, but beginning anew with chapters ahead.

Now I'm on another one.  In parts Northt again, in 
familiar country.  Perpetual motion!




Bill sets his reading glasses on his nose and examines 
each end of the Milk Duds box for the easiest one to open.  
He comes to the movies to see "El Machina", Come to find 
out, Ava is one hot chick in skin.  But Bill finds himself 
waking up with his head drooping and fast asleep during 
the large chunck of the movie.  Less than what he expected.  
And it knocks Coding.  The end score is pretty good, he 
may even add it to his Spotify playlist, which is building, 
with the recent additions of "Long Way Home" and "Heel".

I love it after I've committed.  No worries, no more study 
of the choices.  Just GO!  Seems Bill's order of a ticket
on GH to Visalia went through.  He may have booked two.  
An error message appeared, after the online process was 
supposedly complete.  Malcolm works a lot, Bill may not say 
good-bye, he leaves Sunday at 9:40AM.  One more day of 
North County.  And it's North. To familiar and fun scenery 
and pleasures.  Bill is blessed.  And now he has Millie to 
pray with him.  Care of the First Presbyterian Church, 
Oceanside. Thanks to looney Donna at the Carlsbad Senior
Center.  It's been a raucus 10 months since leaving Portland.
Due back soon, before the end of the month, less than a year.