Random Scrap:
Greyhound became the key to my paradise. Everyone seemed to have a story about the quality of the service or the companion you could expect but for someone like me who didn't have a car it didn't matter. For several bucks I could board the bus in Indio and after a few hours of drive and some stops on the way it would drop me in Downtown Los Angeles. Then all I had to do was figure out public buses and get to the beach. That was a journey in itself, a real treat for people watchers. The reward was the cool breeze of the ocean and the sense of freedom in front of you. In the morning I would hop back on the bus which eventually would pass through the electric windmills and drop me off in Downtown Palm Springs. I would get a frapuccino (Chocolate Mocha - yes, cream on top please) at Starbucks by Palm Canyon Drive and wait for Akira and his Honda Accord to pick me up. He would drive me to Michael's just in time for the Friday's evening shift. By the time the night ended I would be already plotting my next trip.