bitchyI was 21 in 1983.
I lived in:
Lafayette, California, a suburb of San Francisco/Oakland
I drove:
I didn't have a license at the time.
I was in a relationship with:
my ex who I have talked about before. This was before he turned really mean and was still putting on a good act (very early in the relationship, but there were some red flags at the time which I should have taken more seriously. I was kind of desperate at that age.)
I feared:
losing him. also something described below.
I worked at:
Several different jobs that year including file clerk/phone receptionist, produce store, pet store and Taco Bell. Taco Beelzebub was the worst one, especially since I had to work with this horrid bitch named Lisa Greshler or Kressner or some fucking thing who broke all the rules and got away with it. I think she was screwing the boss and she constantly insulted me and fucked with me about my depression over John Lennon's having been murdered. I was terrified I'd snap and really fucking hurt her and go to jail.
I wanted to be:
something creative, a writer or artist or actress.
