I Don't Think Anyone Will

The Setting Sun Burned The Sky Pink And Orange In The Same Bright Hues As Surfers' Bathing Suits. It Was Beautiful Deception, Bosch Thought, As He Drove North On The Hollywood Freeway To Home. Sunsets Did That Here. Made You Forget It Was The Smog That Made Their Colors So Brilliant, That Behind Every Pretty Picture There Could Be An Ugly Story.

As A Reporter, You Develop An Ear For Dialogue Because It's Your Job To Capture It Accurately.

As A Bassist He Could Never Really Be A Sideman. He Was Always The Anchor. He Drove The Beat. Even If It Was Behind Miles Davis'a Horn.

I Think Books With Weak Or Translucent Plots Can Survive If The Character Being Drawn Along The Path Is Rich, Interesting And Multi-faceted. The Opposite Is Not True.

If The System Turns Away From The Abuses Inflicted On The Guilty, Then Who Can Be Next But The Innocents?