Robbing the liquor store went well. Took less than a minute. Alex didn’t even need to shoot his gun at all . . .
Flat on my back in the middle of one of the most famous intersections in the world, Hollywood and Vine. Cars slalom around me. Finally, it becomes clear, like a fade-in from a bad movie: what it all means. The pictures run through my mind at twenty-four frames per second . . .