It’s August 1971 – It’s L.A. – It’s A Demonstration – It’s Nightsticks – It’s Handcuffs – It’s Love.
It was World War 3 around your house. Been that way since LBJ came to Century City. The yelling went on for days – your mom looks at you like “where did we go wrong?” – your dad doesn’t look at you at all. Your brother squints holes through you.






