The next day, Thursday, after selling shoes at J.C. Penny’s, I drove into San Francisco, got there on a cold misty night about 10:30pm, parked, no one on Haight Street so I walked up one block to Waller Street. Vacant, but I could see a light up a couple of blocks and walked up to it. It was Hamilton Methodist church, a light was burning inside, but no one was there. Then someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned and here was a young man, about my age and size, and he said, “Are you looking for God?” I said yes, and he said, “follow me.” So I did, and up a block and a half, we crossed the street, he led me up some stairs to a large house, a class door, and knocked on it. Turned out it was a house of lesbians, and a woman came to the door, opened it, and asked who I was. I turned to the guy who brought me up, but he had disappeared, never to be seen again.