The Big Thrill


It was rush hour in the City of Angels.  Traffic on the Hollywood freeway was barely moving.   From high above the city on Mulholland it looked like a giant glowing boa constrictor crawling and slithering through the Cahuenga Pass.  Just looking at it made me feel claustrophobic and relieved I wasn’t on it.  But, I knew better than to get my hopes up.  The night was still young.

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