out on the road

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.