I had just graduated from college, and I was headed for graduate school in mid-August of that year. I guess you could read that and think that I had my shit at least somewhat together, which was not the case. I had made no plans for the summer beyond a vague scheme to find a summer job and accumulate a bit of savings before heading off to graduate school three months later.
Until then, I planned to live with my parents, who had moved to another state while I was in college. I knew no one in the city to which they had moved, apart from them. When I got there, I had no connections in this city. I was (and am) a fairly introverted guy, so my social life was nonexistent. I spent my days getting up at absurd hours, going for long runs in the hot, afternoon sun, and (lackadaiscally) applying to jobs. Being preternaturally nocturnal, I spent my nights awake. I spent some of this time constructively, but, being absurdly libidinous, I spent a hell of a lot more of it masturbating.