Random Scrap:
UCLA said yes but they sent their decision in a regular white envelope. No poems, no bells, just a generic letter. Amy had intercepted the letter and she is over the moon. I don't know what to do so I just go for a walk to the ocean. There's a bar by the entrance so I walk in and order a Heineken. It reminds me of my trip to Amsterdam with Akira. I have never been in a bar by myself so I order another beer and talk to the bartender. I know it's an important decision and I want to make it look like I'm in a movie. A drunk character at the crossroads of his life. After the third and a visit to the toilet it all becomes clear. There's no other choice but the signs, the envelope, the name, everything tells me that I need to get out of this place and go to Berkeley. I go home, it's chilly and I can barerly hold my pee. As I'm unlocking the door I sober up realising that I have no idea how I'm going to tell the news to Amy. This is going to break her heart.