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Before I moved to my secluded cabin up here in the Verdugo Mountains I lived down in the valley, off the main drag, in the part of town where the human refuse of Los Angeles piles up like litter at … Continue reading
I don’t know how I ended up there. I don’t remember. Maybe it was an ad in the paper. Back then, when that was the only way to find a job. I took the subway downtown. It opened into Pershing … Continue reading
There are energies at work that we don’t quite understand. When I was young I had an intense feeling of unreality that would overcome me. Overcome is not the right word, really–it was a sensation both pleasant and strange. I … Continue reading
I’m trying to find an alternative way to sell my books. It’s not easy being an independent author; as a kid I used to dream of this, of controlling my own destiny. I went to one of the finest art … Continue reading
Stopped by the Skipper last night. They say it’s an Irish bar but there is no indication of Irish-ness in the decor, the drinks, the clientele, or anything about the place whatesoever really. I usually only pop in there for … Continue reading