Chapter #11
[1] Angus was one of two people I knew who lived in Los Angeles. I had met him a few months earlier and we would visit each other quite often. He was a student at University of Southern California. Not only did he agree for me to stay over at his place while I was searching for a new apartment, he even picked me up from the airport. The USC was based in downtown Los Angeles and apart from the dorms and a few restaurants and cafes outside the campus there was not much to do. Luckily Angus didn't mind dropping me at Santa Monica beach during the day so I could walk around the area and look for jobs. It wasn't easy. The seasons were in total reverse to Palm Springs so while the desert was getting ready to get busy here everything was slowing down. I had a new resume now bragging how I was 'enticing' customers at Michael's restaurants but the responses were all too familiar - "we will call you back". The phone never rang and I was getting worried. Was this the time I was finally going to run out of luck?
[2] All I wanted to do was to finally enjoy the sun. The ocean. The pier. All of those things that were passing me by while I kept worrying. I was by now so confident with school that I hardly noticed when it started. The buildings of Santa Monica College seemed more modern than in the desert but the campus was also much bigger. The college was one of the most popular school among the international students and suddenly I felt a bit out of place. The teachers were of course smart but the place was missing the slow-pace and friendliness of the desert. It even had its own police department. I was suddenly finding myself missing the old school.
I phoned David as soon as I moved into to Emy's place. We had been exchanging occasional SMSs ever since he visited Palm Springs the previous Christmas. I even took him to Byran's place where we celebrated Christmas over some snacks and beer. He picked me up the same evening. We parked outside a Japanese restaurant. I looked at the electricity lines above us and wondered if life wouldn't be easier if they simply fell and electrocuted me on spot.
[3] David didn't save my live but he did pay for my dinner that night. Sometimes that's all you need to do to change someone's outlook on life. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw some flashing lights outside. I peaked through the blinds and saw a police car behind other vehicle, a few cops and a man sitting on the curb. I wasn't sure if he was getting arrested but it didn't matter because suddenly it occurred to me that I could start doing websites. My cousin had taught me some HTML a few years earlier and I thought that surely in a city like Los Angeles someone would need help. There was no wi-fi at Emy's house so in the morning I walked to the college library and posted two advertisements on Craigslist - one for teaching and for designing websites.
The model seemed to have a potential. My first inquiry was from an older man from West Hollywood. I took a bus there and we met at one of the cafes. It turned out he was running a porn website and needed some help with updating it. Sounded like a good deal to me.
[4] The old man never called back but he gave me some hope. I knew that occasional lessons or projects probably won't be enough to pay for more studies and rent. I didn't have a choice but keep going. I did call Dad and asked for a loan towards my rent. Kamil also gave me a few hundred dollars. I was very grateful for the help (which I accepted without feeling any shame) but it was obvious that something had to be done about my cash flow.
My enthusiasm for restaurant finding a job at a restaurant completely faded after attending a group interview at one of the pizza joins. It was held at downtown and I took a bus there. The driver was a trainee and he was driving under a supervision of a big black man who kept constantly kept yelling at him. It only made things worse because at some point we turned into a wrong street which drove the trainee and the supervisor into a meltdown. When we finally found the our way back and arrived to a bus stop an elder woman told the driver that he did a good job and not to worry.
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