Getting off the streets




It was a lot easier to get off the streets back in 1978. I had been homeless and living on the streets of San Francisco for a year, sleeping on this offramp on Fremont St. But I started to burn out on that. So I applied for, and got, this job as a bike messenger.

For the first week on the job I slept in the bushes near the bike messenger building. Then when I got my first paycheck I rented out a room at this flophouse on 2nd St. for $17 a week. That’s how easy it was.

And I was off to the races. Literally.



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