The Life and Times of a Student in California

In the summer of 1976, my stupid self decided to move out to California. It was a well-meaning venture I assure you, but a failed one in every conceivable aspect. After squirlling away his first two paychecks, he decided to move into a shared apartment with two strangers. Richard seemed kinda weird and untidy, but he seemed to mostly keep to himself,. Brad was much more friendly and outgoing.