You only felt pain radiating through your bones, your fingers tight on the steering wheel, your other hand pressing down against your thigh to calm the ache.
Tag: Los Angeles
I remember the first time I left town after having a boyfriend. I don’t know if he was really a boyfriend because he still had a wife.
“The Santa Ana” by Joan Didion
The Pacific turned ominously glossy during a Santa Ana period, and one woke in the night troubled not only by the peacocks screaming in the olive trees but by the eerie absence of surf. The heat was surreal.
Glitter Gulch – in progress
As soon as the bus left Los Angeles I felt freer, like I could breathe more easily. I leaned my head against the window and watched the landscape change as we drove east. Miles of desert were punctuated with dry brush and trees. Hills made of red and brown rocks rose out of the…
Once I went home with this guy named Brian. He was a barback at Vertigo. Remember Vertigo? I don’t remember too much except that we had sex on a couch under a giant picture of the Nothing’s Shocking cover and he kept telling me to say “I’m coming I’m coming!” The picture was really big,…