Random Scrap:
I didn't live with Akira anymore. Our lease at St Gorgonio's place expired in June. Rather than extending it (and paying for my empty room in the summer) I spoke to Byran who agree to store my stuff and let me officially move back to his place when I returned from Poland. Akira quickly found a room with one of his Japanese friends. It was a good deal - Pawel and Cielina, the Polish roomates, had moved out a while ago so for fifty dollars more I could take over their room. It had a much bigger bed (I had never upraded myself from the foam mattress), its own bathroom and a direct exit to the backyard with a now fully functioning swimming pool. I was looking forward to returning back to my duties of expeditor and finally starting to make some money. After paying for the next semester my bank account was almost dried out. The tourism in the desert was supposed to bounce back to the pre-9/11 levels but I now knew it would still take some time for people to start arriving in the restaurant. I knew I needed to buckle up to survive the coming days.