I met a guy at he local 7-11 l. He was wearing a Lakers hat, so I asked if he was from LA. He gave me that "I'm from Mars" look and it gave me everything I needed to know.
But it took me back to 1978 when I took a day trip to la la land. A friend told me that if I didn't have a joint in my mouth and a gal on my arm in 10 minutes I was useless, and he was right. As soon as I left the cab in Hollywood I was toking a spliff, not bad for 70s standards, and strolling with a wide hipped strawberry blonde with bouncy tits.
But I digress. I finally made it into the hills to my friend Steven's house. His sister Donna lives there too. Steven was 3rd violin in the LA symphony, and Donna was my fantasy fuck since I was 15.
I got an orchestra seat for Mendelson that weekend and a night with Donna.
LA rocks.