Laurel Canyon by A. J. Llewellyn

Author:A. J. Llewellyn [Llewellyn, A. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay & Lesbian
ISBN: 9781681750088
Publisher: Amber Quill Press, LLC
Published: 2015-04-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Sunset was very quiet, just as Michelle Phillips had said. Nobody was around at Pandora's Box. I wondered if it was now going to be shut down. Clearly the demonstration had changed nothing. The street felt dispirited. I checked my watch. Eight o'clock. Still early. I made a right and sauntered past the mostly shuttered stores. On my own now and with plenty of time, I had the chance to examine the clubs and shops I'd only heard about or seen photos of in newspapers and magazines. I was particularly enthralled by a club called the Sea Witch. It was designed to look like the rusted hull of a ship, complete with a nude mannequin with her arms raised as though trying to swim away from the wreckage out front.

A big sign announced, Live Music Every Nite! Dance! Twist! Jerk! Now Appearing: Brain Train.

I hadn't noticed that yesterday. I was excited to come and see them play. On my right stood Largo, a strip club, right next to a restaurant called Villa Nova. Beside that was Bank of America. I made a mental note to come and deposit my check when it was open.

There were so many music clubs I was in heaven. Dean Martin's restaurant Dino's Lodge, The Roxy, The Trip, Sneaky Pete's, London Fog (which boasted a sign saying The Doors would be playing here) and the Galaxy next door also looked cool.

Across the road, I noticed a bakery called Pupi's. The enticing aroma of warm bread pulled me as if by a magical string and I dodged traffic getting over there. The sidewalk café had plenty of customers and it looked as if this section of the Sunset Strip was a lot more...elegant than my section several blocks east.

I went inside and salivated over the delicacies in the pastry case. I ordered a cappuccino and, although I wasn't a cake guy, I had a feeling I could become highly addicted to their chocolate rum cake. I ate two slices and downed a second coffee before I felt like my old self again.

I sat at an outdoor table, wishing I'd thought to bring my notebook. I bristled thinking about how my brother claimed he'd written all the band's songs. We'd written them together, but since I had written lyrics and he'd been the music man, maybe he didn't think words counted. Somebody had left their Los Angeles Times newspaper on a chair and I grabbed it. I was pleased to see the report was fairly accurate and that, for a change, a newspaper bothered to get their facts straight.

In the second paragraph the report mentioned the Marines who'd started throwing the first punches.

"Good afternoon," a voice said beside me. I glanced over. A handsome, older gentleman smiled at me. I checked my watch. Man, it was noon. I'd been here for hours.

"Good afternoon," I responded.

He smiled at me. "You seem surprised."

"I've been here for almost four hours."

He gave a small chuckle. "Actors have been known to linger here for hours.

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