I knew I needed more money. I was making around $10 an hour. That’s not enough to live well on in San Francisco.I lived in substandard housing, in one of the tiniest apartments that I had ever lived in. My health was iffy at best, and I needed a better medical plan. Money won’t buy you happiness, but poverty will make you want to kill yourself.
So how much did I want? The last time in my life that I had enough money to cover all my personal expenses I was making $40K per year. Unfortunately, instead of spending that at the dentist and putting money away in an IRA,I spent more than $15,000 that year on bars, cab rides, and Vegas trips; the rest of it, I wasted. The point is, $40K a year became my goal.
No one would give me that kind of money in the job market at the time. Those days were past. I needed to get some new skills or qualifications in order to get the job I wanted. I needed either more training or more education.
What would Lee Marvin do? When he needed his $93,000, he had nothing but one address of one person who was slightly involved in the old caper. He went from there, step by step, to figure out what he needed to do.
One of the job requirements I couldn’t fulfill was a BA from a university. I had dropped out of college my senior year, many years before, with the idea that I would go back, but I never did. I either had time or money but never both. If people wanted to buy bad excuses and shitty reasons, I could’ve started a superstore. There was always something keeping me from going back, and most of it came down to that when I got off work, I wanted to drink all night. The most embarrassing part of this is that I had dropped out my senior year. I had less than a year to go.
Every other option I explored would take more than a year to complete. Various apprenticeships and training