Invision

The concept here then would be to stay out of prison. One's true Epiphanic sexual identity may try to emerge, no matter how hard one may fight it. The truth will out and better for it. A test of character as the posits of inordinate circumstance.

Came a time when Anka moved. Then we got new upstairs neighbors. This was a young married couple. The wife worked for the landlord. They were of the South San Francisco set, which was the lower middle class mainstay of the city, the police, fire, municipal maintenance, utilities, street repair and the like. They kept the city running. It was also that part of the city that was most pro-war and anti-hippie. He will call him Bill, was about six feet in height, husky well built, dark hair and fairly good looking. She was shorter, good figure, shoulder length brown hair, cute and unassuming. She was a sweetie. I didn't talk to her that much. I think she was shy. Or I have noticed all throughout my life, some woman are afraid of me. He worked for some large contractor who had contracts with the city to maintain street lighting as I recall.

After that I think it was a taxi driver that moved in and maybe his girl friend. He came home early about seven in the evening, parked his cab in the driveway, and I remember hearing him say one time, that he got an airport run both ways so was taking some time off. Other than that the only thing I remember is that the house was hooked up with cable TV. It had been disconnected upstairs on the departure of the last couple, and the cab driver went up and the telephone pole and plugged it back in. He had free cable.

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