Random Scrap:
The Zoot Suit Riots is what I learned about during my last months in LA. Because I couldn't leave the States for more than six months without losing my visa rights, I had to take additional class and stay in Santa Monica over the summer. It was the outfit I suggested to Barry we should be wearing once we get the funding. He tried to convince me to stay and enrol into his own university. I kindly refused and instead took from him a check, with eleven thousand dollars written on it. A check that was never going to clear. Amy was gone to Turkey and I shared the place with Zola, her daughter who lived in the other room. She once fed me Mahi fish inspired by the South Beach Diet. For Amy's departing flight we drove to the airport in a taxi but now I could pick her up in my new Honda. On the way home she would leave forward and then backwards every time it lost the monumentum while I changed the gears. I never told her about being accepted to Berkeley. I feared the disappointment so instead, I said I needed to go back home.