The Edge of Reason
Los Angeles in 1987 was a city that had discovered its own reflection and fallen in love with the glow of it. The skyscrapers in Century City were mirrors, the box office reports were a heartbeat, and every writer from the storyboard room to the hilltop house believed he was standing on the edge of something magnificent. I should have known better. I'd been to Los Angeles before, in the spring...
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