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1:43 p.m. - 2005-05-31 And so, Barbara and I arrived at my parents home unannounced. She was with me because, at this point, I was genuinely preparing for some kind of soul killing scene. Her getaway car had been left running in the driveway. Few words were spoken. I scooped up my young son and some basic necessities and we were gone. Speeding away in the direction of anywhere but there. Lacking a plan, we ended up on Ventura Blvd, where just about anything can be found. As it happened, we found a Holiday Inn. Having no doubt watched too many episodes of Girl From Uncle (precursor of Alias), I registered under an assumed name. Yes, I really did. Shellshocked from the way my life had been violently overturned at age eighteen and realizing that I did not know my parents any more than they knew me, I was afraid that they would somehow trace my whereabouts and send the police to take my son. I had been raised to think they were omniscient if not omnipotent. So, here's the part that gets really spooky. After I got a room in the name 'Anita Something' and made Barbara promise that she would tell absolutely no one of my location, I went to the local Thrifty's and purchased some permanent hair dye. A mere hour later, I emerged from the shower no longer a fragile blond. I felt strong as a brunette. Strong and anonymous. I thought I would be afraid there in the hotel room as the sun set, never having spent an unobserved moment in my entire life. But instead I felt free. Competent and dark and dangerous and exhilerated and complete and, well, free. I watched the familiar world outside that hotel room transform into a foreign land. A land rich with endless possibilities. A land that seemed to await me as eagerly as I awaited it. Compelling me into a future with no blueprint, no compass and no turning back. No one but Barbara knew where in the world I was but, for the very first time, I felt that I actually knew where in the world I was. In this impersonal room on the third floor of the Holiday Inn, neon from the street illuminating my musings, I was home. The integrity of living within the true north of own heart animated my every thought as I watched my son softly breathing next to me. In the morning, I took him to breakfast. I had no job and no furniture and no money and yet, expectently, I scanned the classifieds for a nice little apartment where I really could come and go. � � |