Day 67

I loved living in Santa Barbara, a place that is perfect for someone who hates to wear shoes. When I arrived from Berlin, I was hostage to false eyelashes which soon stopped being an asset because of the heat. Oh it was so easy to make great friends from surfers to escapees from Hitler. 

However, all was not roses and for whatever my insecurities, I schlepped a boyfriend from Deutschland who was consumed with LSD and making bad art. Who knows why, he was certainly cute-sexy and had no way of supporting himself. Anyway-we landed in New York and hitchhiked in trucks to first to Carpinteria where I got a job at Loops a 24 hour restaurant. The nightshift brought in the drunks. Eventually we escaped to Santa Barbara and moved in with my brother on Olive Street. The place was fantastic and after my promiscuous boyfriend was gotten rid of the fun began. Having the wrong partner is really not worth the anxiety--complicated time--lots of drugs--but oh so beautiful--I loved visiting the Morgenroth's who lived up a windy road in Montecito--Ruth was an actress in Berlin and escaped Hitler--Henri an engineer. Sometimes in life, one lands in the right place--at the right time--even when schlepping a sexy indolent boyfriend.

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