The Happy Frequency
The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the grime slicker. I stood outside the old Santa Monica radar station, watching water run down the chain-link fence in thin silver threads, and lit a cigarette I didn't really want. The place had been a military installation during the war, then sat abandoned for five years before the government repurposed it. Officially, it was a...
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