He rode his bicycle up the dead-end street of Whitley Terr, just off of Cahuenga. Once he reached the end of the cul-de-sac he looked off of the hill and down into the valley. For a moment his eyes played a trick on him and he saw the ocean. Sprawling, grand, the [...]
I’m trying to keep updating this blog as much as possible. I’m not really sure why because I started it with two people in mind. One of which wanted something to check out occasionally at their job. Now they are laid-off because of poor business decisions and the backlash from the writer’s [...]
She said, “C’est le Jardin d’Éden,” in broken childlike French.
In perfect English, he said, “I am the Old Man in the Sea.”
They were both learning as they lay together on the cream floral printed sheets, the comforter kicked to the floor. She always did this in motel and hotel rooms, no matter how nice they [...]
In a very important film (in my life and in the film world in general) from 1971 entitled “A Clockwork Orange,” an old derelict boo hoos these lines:
It’s a stinking world because there’s no law and order anymore. It’s a stinking world because it lets the young get onto the old, like you done. Oh…it’s [...]