Night at the Whisky
I woke up in L.A., over excited at the thought of a pilgrimage to my ‘spiritual home’.
My travel companions were still in bed as I set out alone from our hotel. I knew I’d prefer to do this on my own. I walked along Washington Boulevard in the Marina Del Ray, before hitting the coast, I turned right into the canals of Venice. I knew Jim and Ray had come here dropping acid, and you could see why, the luxurious condos, the prestine white arching bridges and palm trees lined each side, while