Ellroy and the Beach

down the road, rounding portuguese bend, you'll find yourself isolated and alone -- a real beach; rocky and without sand trucked in by the city.

go down a cliff. whichever. but go down a cliff and wear good shoes.

leave the sandals @ home.

rattlesnakes afoot.

and bring a girl.

a pretty girl with dark hair and red, red lips.

bikini top and daisy dukes.

@ least that's the general idea.

hell, Ellroy didn't seem to miss the girl.

happy as a clam, he was.

abalone cove; sunken city; the korean bell; and some strays

it wasn't very warm. the fog rolled off the hills and met the ocean.

but that's alright, we'll still had some fun.

oh, and the cats.

strays.

little bastards - they don't need you at all...