Adrift in LA — A Memory
I couldn’t believe my luck when I landed the job as a security guard at the Marina Marketplace Mall in Marina Del Rey.
It was mid-February 1992, I was 25, allegedly in my prime, and I’d been in LA five weeks with my funds by now dwindling fast.
Desperation had morphed into panic at the prospect of being forced to fly home with my tail between my legs. With literally just enough money left to pay…