April 1994
Mike and I were walking in Oakland one fine Saturday afternoon near the library near the path which cuts to the hardware store. There was a small trailer/deli set up and I went in to ask if he needed any help. He gave me a pen and paper and I was to write my name down. I remember trying once and not being able to do it. (I then realized I was dreaming and tried to see if this was a possible task.) I tried three more times and after that I gave up as good enough. My name was legible, but it was not the way I would normally write it.
