Ode To The New and Shiny L.A. ...A Sardonic View...
Previously written by yours truly almost a year ago…and I had wanted to post it here, as my opening piece, but in the Manson blogging melee, never did… Yes, it’s more emotional than informative…but a year ago, when I first delved back into this case, that was how I was feeling, the little girl, once again, in that hot and hazy L.A., all those years ago… L.A. is a two-sided beast; on the outside, the houses (in the upper middle-class to affluent sections, I mean) look perfect and they lie on perfectly manicured lawns, and for more days than less, the sun is shining and the sky is blue and you can hear the incessant chirping of cicadas in the background heat and haze of the midday sun. Cars have no rust and are always new and shiny and the people who get out of those cars and new and shiny too. The other side is the dark, invisible, unseen side of L.A., the side you only see if your New and Shiny has suddenly worn off and is now Old and Dull and no one cares if you ...
