My Day

MORNING: Wake up to find Luis tying his shoes on my couch. Poor boy felt the bar was dangerous last night and needed to get somewhere 'safe', leaving me to talk with four beautiful ladies. Luis is a good friend.
We go to Reverie on Carl and Cole for the first decent breakfast I've had in days. At first Luis keeps saying he doesn't really care, he's not really hungry, but as he keeps mentioning breakfast I begin to realize that actually he's just incredibly polite and isn't about to either tell me to leave or ditch me and head off on his own.

AFTERNOON: Spend an hour on the phone with a reporter. Except this time I wasn't the one conducting the interview. I was the subject. It was eerie. More on this later if anything develops, and probably if nothing develops also

EVENING: Stop by Law School to man the library desk for a few hours. Hear many rumors as to the state of the school, some cheerful and some disturbing, all probably false.
I also learn that Manuel, one of the staff who generally locks up after me on my library work nights, has received a summons from his landlord. The poor guy isn't getting his paycheck from the New College and hasn't been able to pay his rent, and somehow the landlord is arguing that his last month's rent was late and thus a notice sent in regards to the previous month's rent serves as the requisite 30-day notice for eviction. Prick.
Manuel's wife isn't working right now. He's going to the Oakland office of Bay Area Legal Aid tomorrow, as he lives out there. The man works about TEN STEPS from the San Francisco Bay Area Legal Aid office, and sits almost directly underneath the Law School's Housing Advocacy Clinic.
Hopefully I can help Manuel with his housing problem. Things at school have been so bad for so long that to give up now seems like the easy way out.

Giving up is always the easy way out. Never give up! Never surrender!