After graduating from USU in 1981, I was accepted to graduate school in social work at the University of Utah. During that summer I moved in with my father in Salt lake City, and worked two jobs; Sinclair and Utah Boys Ranch. I worked graveyards at the Sinclair gas station on the corner of West Temple and Sixth South. It was right off the freeway in two directions--so a prime location. This was before they had electronic credit cards, so you had to check every credit car with a book. One time I got a bonus for discovering a credit card that had been cancelled.
One night after working at the Boys Ranch all day, going to Dad's and falling asleep, and then going to Sinclair, I was very tired. An officer pulled me over as I arrived at Sinclair thinking I was drunk; I wasn't.
I met my first prostitute here. The gas station was next to a hotel so one time some guy left his number so I passed it on to her.
One morning a police officer came and visited me about a robbery that took place across the street. He asked if I had seen anything. I hadn't. But that was motivation for me to quit; so I did.
