The stories we tell ourselves are the illusions that shape our reality and steer our destiny. I found myself on the second floor of a converted motorcourt on Hollywood Blvd, wondering how many people knew the difference between a motel and a hotel? How many understood economics without money? One of my best friends had […]
Tag: Los Angeles
Los Angeles, California
I climbed up to Radio Hill Gardens to get a better look at the city, to get off the streets for a little while. There were surprisingly few camps hidden along the trails, even as I got turned around and ended up along the Arroyo Seco Parkway. After passing up eating at either Won Kok […]
Sleeping in Union Station
This is the city. Los Angeles, California. It’s the motion picture capital of the world. Some come to Los Angeles to see the stars or try to become one. I’m trying to get out. The lobby of Union Station was my hotel room, shared with dozens of others, their angry voices reflecting off the marble […]