Money was tight. I’d eaten through my savings and now, when I wasn’t fantasizing about robbing pimps, I spent the rest of my time questioning my move to Los Angeles. Up in NorCal, I made a good living as a house painter. I hadn’t cooked or bought groceries for a year and a half. I ate three meals a day in restaurants, never checked prices. I traveled every winter when the work slowed around the holidays. But down in SoCal, things were different. Everyone asked if I spoke Spanish, since most of the crews I’d be working with didn’t really speak English...

For Jimbo Meador and George Radcliff—who have always made a point of being kind to Forrest and his friends. There is a pleasure sure in being mad which none but madmen know.    —DRYDEN About the only class I liked was lunch, but I guess you couldn't call that a class. At the nut school, my mama would fix me a sambwich an a cookie an a piece of fruit—cept no bananas—an I'd take it to school with me. But in this school they was a cafeteria with nine or ten different things to eat an I'd have trouble makin up my mind what I wanted. I think somebody must of said somethin, cause after a week or so Coach Fellers come up to me an say to just go ahead an eat all I wanted cause it been "taken care of...