I’ll never forget that evening. Driving...

Los Feliz

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I’ll never forget that evening. Driving down Los Feliz, the sun was setting, everything had that pinky-orange look, romantic, not quite real. Melanie beside me, smelling of perfume but a real woman smell underneath. Chris Isaaks on the CD.

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Because I knew if I lost my cool I’d lose her and if that happened, I’d be back where I started, in front of the tv in an empty apartment with a cold pizza and burping Coke. So I just shrugged, chose something simple and let her choose the wine.

Foreman, Martin. Los Feliz, Arbery Publications, 2013, pp 13-14.

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