On the following evening, down in Hollywood, I slid my cell phone back into a front pocket of my trousers and stood outside a bar Reid and his friends frequented. I felt as if I were on a film set in a desert and overcome with the futility of it.
A Place I Will Always Inhabit
...I’ve been working on a number of stories set in and around L.A. Is it logically possible for a place to mesmerize and inspire a certain ennui at the same time?
