Random Scrap:
It was all Brian Lin's fault. I arrived back into San Francisco and I quickly felt into a sort of depression. No one would answer my calls and it was raining outside. At least Tim and Barbara would now go out for most of the weekends so I had the apartment all to myself. With the balcony overlooking the hills. I watched the Terminal with Tom Hanks and I thought I could somehow relate to him. Stephen, or Esteban, invited me to his birthday party. I wore the stripped pink/salmon shirt that among other things I inherited from Darren. The party was good. There were people gathered around the table in the kitchen talking politics. As now an intern of the federal government, as well as a student of the subject, I thought that was the right place for me to be but I quickly realised there was not that much I could contribute. When I first met Brian, he came over to my house and then we drove to an Asian supermarket in his Toyota Tacoma truck. It was not going to work out but it was nice to have someone around to put his finger in my ear.