Sexless and the city

I moved to Los Angeles at the age of 25. A quarter of a century old and still a virgin. I was on my own for the first time in my life after living with my parents until I moved. I had very little money, no place to live and no job waiting for me. Everything I owned was in my Chevy cargo van that I had driven across country. Even so, it was a wonderful sense of freedom I was feeling on that trip out. Although I was tipping the scales at 350 lbs, I was also free to do what I wanted. I had no one waiting for me to arrive and a little bit of money in my pocket.
Stopping for the night in Oklahoma city, I went out looking for something to do. I had heard on the radio that a blues band was playing at a local club and since one of the things I was planning to pursue in L.A. was music (I was and am a drummer and singer), I was drawn to that locale. It was a rocking band, with a horn section and everything. I found out that the next night was going to be an open jam session with them so I stayed the extra night and went back. I got to play drums on one song and sing another. I've done a lot of performing in my life. Comedy, magic, acting on the stage. But nothing beats the feeling of singing and playing music that you love in front of an appreciative audience. For me, there is no greater high. And for just a short time I forget my own "fat" blues.
I rolled into Los Angeles feeling positive about life. I had my best friend since jr high who was living in town and   was able to put me up for a few days until I found a place of my own. A few days later,  I got a one bedroom apartment in North Hollywood and made myself a promise to change my life. I went out and shopped for healthier food than I had been eating my whole life. I bought fruits and vegetables, chicken, whole grain bread. I spent about $100 in groceries and other sundries. I carried up the numerous bags to my apartment and put everything away in its place. I was finally home and ready to begin my life. Of course, after all that work I was pretty tired. Too tired to make dinner that night. So I figured, "what the hell, one more night of bad food won't hurt me." And so it continued.
I ordered a pizza and ate the whole thing. But I was going to begin my new life in the morning, right? Did you ever see $100 worth of food go bad? I did. I lived up the street from about 10 different fast food places. Why bother with cooking when I had my own personal chefs. The chef at Wendy's, the one at Jack in the box, another at KFC.  I probably gained 50 lbs that first year. To be continued....