Night Train 20
I got out of there too, at least for a while. Okay, it’s decided, I said, I’m going to San Francisco. I still had a few bucks left from the demolition job. I gathered up my bedroll and packed a canvas gym bag with a few things. It’s amazing, I told myself, what a change of scene will do for your morale. And I badly needed a change. I was becoming invisible. On my solitary walks through the city, from Arco Plaza to Lafayette Park, up and down Hollywood Boulevard, I found myself forever peering in... Sign in to see full entry.