L.A. WITHOUT A MAP

The mountains are too far from here. There are no pine trees around here, just palms and a few maples. She moved from Sweden about 50 years ago, always loved racing with her sledge dogs in Lapland. But it never snows down here, the last time that she saw a little snow was in the winter of 1967.

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Author : Marco Annunziata

L.A. WITHOUT A MAP

 

And all of a sudden I realized: all I can do for today is  driving or eating. I could do these two things at the same time but  I will stop. I’m Italian after all and I know how to enjoy  life-meals. Anyway, the dinner room is empty, a gang of scary bikers just left  without paying the check. The waiter doesn’t care that much, he welcomes me with a big smile and gives me a table. I’m not very hungry but when you are sick to drive around and you are not in the mood fora movie, there is no chance.  You have to go for a burger, yes, with  fries. And pay the check!

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L.A. WITHOUT A MAP

Someone told me that at Amoeba, the biggest records shop in the world, I could probably find it…. but I didn’t believe it. The other night I was listening to some really shitty modern music so I decided to take the car and go to Amoeba. I asked a clerk but he didn’t know anything. I started searching through thousands of records with no luck. Sad and disheartened, I decided to buy some jazz records. Thank god I looked up the last $1 LP’s  box and there he was, my dear Billy Crash Craddock on the shelf rocking. He was staring at me and wearing  his unforgettable glittery red- blue stars white suit. I made it. I went home, and needless to say, I had some rock and roll madness!
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L.A. WITHOUT A MAP

…And there I was, two hours late,  staring at her motionless sexy bum.

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