have an old sweater of my dadâs. Even if it doesnât smell like him anymore, I still have a good cry every time I pull it out. But I canât help but wonder what our relationship could have been. I think he would have loved the comedy. Given how accepting heâd always beenâtoward his family, his friends, and his employeesâI really think that he would have been okay with me being gay. Circle this cliché in red: Soak in the people you love while theyâre still here.
After the memorial service, my sister-in-law Meryl approached me with a look that managed to be both concerned and adorable. âIs it okay to say happy birthday?â she asked. Obviously my twenty-third birthday didnât seem that important on this particular day. But I appreciated the gesture and gave her a big hug.
As Iâm writing this book, itâs forced me to recognize some of the times that might otherwise have drifted past, times when people have acted kindly toward me in ways that were completely unexpected. A few days later, I got a phone call. âTodd, this is Randy Jones . . . Carolineâs dad?â
âSure, I remember,â I said. âHow are you?â
âActually, Iâm a little upset. I told you that you could come stay with us in L.A. Whatâs the matter, our house isnât good enough for you?
I felt a sudden burst of excitement. If heâs calling me on the phone, he must really mean it! I still didnât have any money, but now I knew I had a friendly place to stay. My fears about Los Angeles all but disappeared. I was finally ready to make my move.
CHAPTER 21
THE COMEDY STORE
Los Angeles!
For most twenty-three-year-olds with a car, a cross-country move means one thing: road trip!
Only I wasnât most twenty-three-year-olds. Driving long distance would require reading road signs, following directions, and, most of all, using maps. As you can probably guess by now, I was incapable of doing any of that, especially the part with the maps.
I remember the first time a history teacher pulled down a map of the United States. Just looking at it made me dizzyâall those lines and names! How could anyone in their right mind ever learn all that? Itâs still hard to admit some of this stuff sometimes, like when someone gives me directions: âJust get off the freeway and head south.â
âIs that a right or a left?â
âIâm not sure . . . Itâs south.â
âI donât carry a fucking compass with me! Right or left?â
It can get really bad at hotels, where desk clerks love to draw directions on their stupid little maps. I panic as soon as I see them reaching under the desk. No no no! Please donât draw me a map! Just tell me the first two steps and, when I get there, Iâll ask someone else how to go the rest of the way.
So a road trip was out of the question. Fortunately, my brother Corey volunteered to drive my car across the country with all of my stuff in it. I went to the airport with Harrison, Mick, and Katy. It was bittersweetâfor the last few years Iâd spent a lot of days and nights with these peopleâbut when I looked at Katy, I felt guilty. There was so much I wish I could have explained to her.
A few hours later I landed in Burbank, California. I felt like I was exiting the plane into a giant indoor swimming pool where the temperature was a perfectly maintained seventy-two degrees.
This is where Iâm going to live.
I took a cab to Steve Youngâs house, where I crashed for a couple of nights until Corey arrived with my Jeep. (God, do I miss the days when I could fit everything I owned into a Jeep.) Then it was off to the Joneses.
I was scared to drive in California. Iâd grown up watching CHiPs âthe classic show about how L.A. needed its own special cops just to deal with the highwaysâand I felt like I was stepping into the insane world Iâd seen
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