I woke up in the Hollywood hills that morning - in what would be my house for the next two months.. I was sleeping in a parking lot a few nights before that - now just 300 yards from the Hollywood sign.
This day was so hot and Eric and I wanted to leave the city… what are two Boston blokes suppose to be doing in Los Angeles anyway? We got in the car and set off for the beach. My new neighbors would turn up their when the rattling of my muffler would bounce off their Tesla’s and echo around their wiggly world.. Kjazz always on the radio.
Filled up the tank - printed this receipt and we shot for Malibu.. I’ll never forget getting there and the breaks on my car were smoking from driving through the canyon. My breaks were always in bad shape. In fact they were zip tied together. Eric knew of this beach location but he only knew the location by sight. We found it and it was a cliff that overlooked the ocean.
To get down to the beach you had to repel down with the assistance of a rope. It wasn’t hard ..I was able to drink my beer while descending. We brought 6 beers and the clothes on our back.
We entertained ourselves with a piece of drift wood and a dogs lost tennis ball for hours. The waves were twice the size of me and put me in my place. I didn’t have a care in the world - I suppose my breaks were a bother but they never broke.