After a while, I hooked up with somebody. He was a teacher too. We moved in together. It was a furnished apartment on 16th Street between Market and Divisadero.
The rent was $145 dollars for both of us, furnished. It was owned by an old semi-alcoholic retired fireman. Apparently, they had a lot of real estate in those days.
He never said shit to us. I mean it was so obvious, right, we were gay? He was always slow to fix the toilet and I was angry about that.