last night

Interesting experience last night. At the Herbst Theater they were having readings from a lot of poems and works from the beat generation. I was working the show and the will call was two huge boxes! By the way, that's a lot of will call.

Anyway, the really cool thing was that I met Richard Brautigan's daughter. She was really nice. She came to pick up her comp for her husband, and she said it, "It might be under Brautihan," In my head I thought should I ask? Finally, I did, and yes she was his daughter. I told her how much I loved her father's work, he's one of my favorite writers. It was pretty cool all and all.

Then, as I was leaving, I pushed on the door to exit, and it was one of those handicap doors that open slowly on their own... and for some reason, I just started to cry. Well, I know the reason. It reminded me of the doors at MCTC. I suddenly missed everyone in San Diego more the I can describe. It's odd how no matter how much I think I'm doing better and liking it here more, silly things like that can trigger such sadness. I really miss my friends, and I really miss my family, and the fact that I like it here now doesn't help. For some reason I thought it would.