Random Scrap:
At the end I chose Berkeley was because of money. Or rather lack of them. Being admitted as a transfer student gave me a few extra months to figure out what I was going to do. Barry kept saying he was finally going to get a loan so he can repay me the rest of the money he owed me. About fifteen thousand dollars. Apparently, he found a bank manager at Wells Fargo he was going to approve it in just a matter of day. Or weeks. The amount would be enough to pay for the first semester and leave some more for the living expenses. Later, once he got back on his feet I could be driving back to Los Angeles and work remotely from Berkeley. Of course, none of that was going to happen and that check for eleven thousand dollars was never going to clear. But I decided to ignore it and continue living the dream of an artist. For the work that I did get pay I booked tickets to Boston. With Barry's camera in hand, to the sound of Raspberry Beret I waved Tommy goodbye and departed on my first trip to the East Coast.