Lost

I just tried to write a narrative of my first trip to Key West, but it was all hurried and jumbled and bad. Thank god for the delete button. I will try it again later when I have time. It was March 1976, and I had just finished up my road trip after college. I was used to traveling roughly and cheaply, and Key West had great appeal. I picked up hitch hikers on the way down, a boy and a girl. They had just gotten married and were in the navy. I stayed with them that night, a hideous night in an un-air conditioned room on a plastic couch surrounded by drug-crazed sailors who partied until dawn. In the morning, sick with fatigue and a lack of beauty, I was ready to go home. By luck, however, I stumbled into the old part of town, found an $8 room at the Southern Cross Hotel, and my luck turned. I will try to tell it later. It was a crazy time.