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it's 15 degrees and there appears to be semen stains on the bedspread.
here @ the red roof inn, in victorville, ca.
but that's to be expected.
gotta great deal on the cheap.
ellroy's on the bed beside me.
and i can hear cars zoom by, chugging up the 15north.
headed to vegas, probably.
the room has two beds and big ole fridge that CLICKS rythmically.
a chair is wedged against the door.
a pistol lies loaded and ready.
just ready.
because the crowd here ain't exactly... refined.
matter of fact i've gathered many folks here are dopers and/or booze hounds.
just a feeling.
nevertheless, i'm here; writing -- oddly unperturbed by the ruckus caused by these tweekers.
that's good, yep.
got my template.
an outline.
notes.
and more notes.
-- gleaned from USC and those wunderkinds.
and Sid Field's book.
and Final Draft staged and ready.
but there's something else.
have you ever been to Griffith Park under a clear night sky?
up high, overlooking Los Angeles.
and the City of Angels shimmers with a million points of light?
well...that's what her eye's look like.
