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2012-10-23 - 9:24 a.m. Part Two of The story of San Diego leading into I now live in Taiwan Those first few months seemed like years. Beautiful wonderful years. It would have been the highest rated reality tv show ever if we could have aired it. The hostel has exactly 128 beds within 25 rooms. The front porch looks out onto Newport Ave, the main street in Ocean Beach (you should look it up). There's a big back patio area for hanging out. The beach is a block away. Even with 128 beds there were nights that they let people sleep on the tables in the patio because they didn't have space but didn't want to turn people away. There were about 20 people who were fairly permanent that summer. There was a work exchange program - work a few hours a day and you can stay for free. It was pretty much all Irish cleaning and doing the laundry for a good few months. There were a number of days that we'd wake up and work while taking random shots, then go play on the beach, come back and start the real drinking before the sun went down. If you came to visit us there was a good probability you'd be sucked in too. However, it is hard to build any sort of real relationship when people keep leaving. There was one month where I was with girl A for a week, then she left, I was with girl B for a week, then she left, I was with girl C for a few days, then she left, then girl B came back and left again, then girl A came back and left again. Does this sound healthy? Eventually I stopped caring. It was too easy, too simple. I got a reputation, and that didn't matter. Tell a girl "stay away from him, he's a player" and how do you think she'll react?

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