Pacific Grove House

For a little while my friend from the boarding house and I and another guy shared a little house up on the top of the hill in Pacific Grove. Tim finished a little room off the living room and had that and the living room to use as he wanted. The other guy had a room next to the front door that was either a dining room/study kind of room and I had the upstairs bedroom and paid the most money. We had a little kitchen and a patio our front. I worked 3 to 11 at the hotel as a bellman and rode an old bicycle home at midnight and then would stay up all night to write the book I was working on and would go to sleep at 4 or 5 in the morning. I didn't hardly see anyone with that schedule. It turns out that guy below me was gay (which I knew from the beginning) but Tim was bi and having a off and on thing with him. Tim played the Vibes and I would be writing at 1:00 in the morning and find the jazz floating upstairs to my pen. My future wife appeared one day- she was a friend of the gay guy and had just moved back to Monterey from Arizona. She and Tim hated each other on sight. Relations got real strained as I became involved with her and she was around the house more. Eventually, she and I found an apartment to share, and I moved out. I've often wondered what happened to the two guys. I finished my first novel in that house.