Our slow ejection from the State of California was gradual at first, predicated on a string of unlucky events. My mom’s boss had embezzled from the company she worked for and so everyone there lost their jobs. Due to subsequent mounting bills, my family was kicked out of the Lido (my own personal sanctuary) in December of 1981. I’d moved around a lot as a kid, but the two and a half years I spent at the Lido had made me feel safe and secure. If I was a fool for feeling that way, then this was my fool’s paradise.
Though I supposed that not only Victor Kilian; but also the several residents assaulted inside and outside of the fortress walls; and even the unnamed guy who kept starting fires in the Lido lobby would not have agreed with me.