"My money nearly depleted, I flew back to California. It was the only refuge I could think of. I knew something would happen, I just didn't know what, or how. Until the next step revealed itself I needed some place familiar to wait. I rented a coffin-like room on the third floor of a cheap hotel that overlooked Columbus Avenue, in North Beach. In the confines of my tiny cell I struggled with my demons. The sonorous toll of church bells resonated in my head like the heart beat of God."