Los Angeles Chronicles #1
[1] The chronicles of Los Angeles. Where is the start and where is the beggining. I first met Barry at a shack on the corner or Robertson and [X], just of the exit of Freeway 10. His wife Marilyn was not there but the present were Fong Choi, Barry, [Doug], a manequinn and a few mice. What were they there for to act. Hollywood baby! The street of Pico Boulvard was filled with Black Eyed Piece. They asked were the love was. Was it on the bus number 7 heading West to San-ta Mon-i-ca? Or was it with the driver lady taking photos of the sunset? Or a guitar man at the back sin-ing 'Education education' to a group of small brats? It was not. It was here at that shack at Robertson Boulvard. With the fish in the frame flying in the clouds. Was I d-r-e-a-m-i-n-g? No, I was the fish with a head bandana building the city. Changing the world. One frame and one mouse at the time. Welcome to L of A brother. Take a seat, enjoy the ride. The chronicles of Los Angeles are starting. Buckle up, open the roof. And change no lane cause we driiiivin'!
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