17 Years In The San Francisco Bay Area

17 years ago at this precise moment I was on a Greyhound bus somewhere in the high dessert of California. I was on my way to San Jose, California. I had less than $200 in my pocket, a cheap Timex watch, some very few cloths (mostly sweatsuits) and the manuscript of a book that I was working on called Laguna. I knew that my ex-wife was in the Bay area. I wanted to see the kids but found out that they never left Brasil. I hoped that a major newspaper reporter would help me with the book (His name was Gary Webb and he never did help me.) It was a courageous thing to do. It was a giant risk. It paid off quite well but it has been a very painful process.