Random Scrap:
I missed Los Angeles and long weekends now meant that I could jump in my car and drive down to Southern California. I would usually choose Freeway 5 to save up some time. It was a usual tour - visit Santa Monica, Palm Springs and stay over at Kamil's in Riverside. I would still visit Barry, just to remind him of my presence. Once or twice I stopped by Michael's, a young inspiring musician who lived in Beverly Hills and who wanted to have his website look exactly like the one of [James Grobyn]. This allowed me to make some money so the trip would pay for itself. Later I figured I could just place an ad on Craigslist and have offer a ride share so someone else could pay for the gas. I became a driver of a guy who swore to never get a health insurance, a lady surprising her mother who once got caught up speeding over 100 miles per hour while being high and a young hippie couple who I picked up in Long Beach and dropped off somewhere near San Jose. Coming back I wondered what this place must have looked like in the sixties.