A Real Kick
UNITED STATES—I was flush in confidence, soon to complete a second draft of my screenplay, “The Persecuted,” on my Olivetti portable that fit snugly...
Car Washing In Malibu
UNITED STATES—Two British girls traveling in Los Angeles had met the poet Eric on a bus on his way home from the law office....
There’s A Screenwriter On My Couch
UNITED STATES—That June, I got off the Tijuana-downtown Los Angeles bus with one huge suitcase and moseyed over to the house on Nadeau Drive...
Indecision
UNITED STATES—Nothing so entraps a life in mediocrity as inability to decide. It dooms people to limbo, and nevertheless, it’s easy to see why...
Happiness Is An Empty Fridge
UNITED STATES—I totally get it when a friend said after attending a big wedding back east, lots of family and drink, “I’m in detox...
A Rendezvous With Bounty
UNITED STATES—People barely tear open a bag of potato chips and they say, “I open a bag. And once I start eating potato chips,...
Riot On The Southwest Chief (7)
UNITED STATES—“Eee ha!” shouted Gloria as Rusty’s red pickup sped over stretches of what had once been Route 66. “We’re bringing relief and salvation...
Riot On The Southwest Chief (6)
UNITED STATES—The red pick-up flew along parallel to the train tracks in hopes of catching up with the train that had left Raveendran and...
Riot On The Southwest Chief (5)
UNITED STATES—Raveendran’s eyes locked onto the dull silver string of cars that constituted the Southwest Chief, chased by a lone sagebrush tumbling to Ratón’s...