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On Saturday mornings I would pack my clothes into a basket and carry it under my arm into the laundromat. The Ocean Park Boulevard was located on the south side of Santa Monica so it was missing some of the glamour of its northern part filled with nice restaurants and coffee shops filled with people relaxing in the sun. There was a liquor store in just next to Emmy's house, further up a motel. The laundromat was one block down towards the ocean. The air would occasionally be punctured by the sound of engines coming from private jets taking off the nearby airport. The breeze would often bring chilling mist and overcast. There was a library located just opposite of the laundromat so after putting the coins in the laundry I would head there to read books or browse the internet looking for love and new connections. Later I would take the bus down to the beach and walk from Santa Monica to Venice while listening to my CD player listening to Perfect. My room had a terrible reception and no wi-fi so in the evenings I would walk back to the college to a pay phone to call home.