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LA Without Cars

Only losers walk in LA. Pedestrians camouflage their carlessness by carrying keys in their hands to avoid questioning by the LAPD. No car means bad people to the cops of the Southland. Whitey Bulger, the Southie outlaw, didn’t have a car in Santa Monica. He was a bad man. A snitch too. I lived in […]

The Amnesia of You

“As you get old you forget. As you get older you are forgotten.” The other day a woman sent a query to my Facebook page. “Are you who I think you are?” Cheyne had worked at the Milk Bar as a waitress. Cute mulatto singer from London. 21. I remembered her well. I wrote back […]

Funny Money

Passing Paper Back in the late 80s my friend, Rocco, was a narcotic detective for the NYPD. The 27 year-old Brooklyn native raided crack houses and dealer’s apartments. He was the first man through the door. A shotgun was his calling card. Once the battering ram smashed down the door, Rocco dropped to his knee […]

Bhutto’s Widow

Once the Milk Bar opened in the late winter of 1995, the ultra-modern nightclub on Canon Drive was a cash cow. The limited occupancy created a chokepoint at the door. People wanted in. They duked me $20-100 depending on their urgency. Their drug dealers were waiting inside. Supply meeting demand. The nightlife writer for the […]