Echo Park

“Tell me about the gun.”
“What about it?”
“Where’d you get it?”
“Why?”
“I just wanna know.”
“Some guy. Two hundred dollars.”
“What guy?”
“What the fuck you want to know for? Shit.”
“We’re in this together, right?”
“Yeah. Right. So?”
“So who was the guy?”
“Some guy in Echo Park, Eddie. Jesus.”
“Where’d you meet him?”
“What?”
“I asked where you met him at, when he gave you [...]

Left Coast Gothic

In the summer of 1974 my mother rented a house on a quiet residential cul de sac in Anaheim. It was a step up from the last home we had leased, that one being in the sleepy little Bay Area suburb of Fremont. The Fremont home – oddly enough, it was on a corner lot [...]