Sunday, December 25, 2011
In the sixties, I had the delusion that Los Angeles itself was a virgin and my job was to penetrate the roadways of the City with comic foreplay! A true Art win! LOL Los Angeles! I started thinking…. From my fathers quiet Denslow Ave. house to the center of Westwood Village was only about five short blocks. If I could get up the nerve, I could flash the car then hide it as a tactic to avoid getting busted. Westwood Village was a teeming city in a city filled with theaters, bars, bookstores and college students. I could go from artistic obscurity to notoriety in a graphic instant. The question remained, was I crazed enough? Would I get busted? What would happen? This blog spot is that story.