Young Man’s First Night in Hollywood

Dark savage streets in the city of night as the sound of jazz echoes through my brain with the rising steam of the underground speed train.

I walked through the star sidewalks in the cool California evening and I stood across the Chinese Theatre, its courtyard absent of street peddlers. There were no tourists. Like me it stood alone.

We faced one another. I’s a young man, admiring an ancient relic of American art and spectacle, glory. Gable and Bogart.

I smiled wide and continued on my way.

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