Random Scrap:
We dropped Brenda at her home in Westwood. With sun going down it had become chilly. The leaves on the street were a reminder that autumn had arrived in the coast. Our drive continued. The UCLA campus was close by and I insisted that we had to at least pass through it. The place was so big it even had its own police. I couldn't take my eyes off the red brick buildings. How would I ever be able to afford to attend there? We drove around Beverly Hills with its huge mansions and behind huge bushes and drove towards Hollywood. It was getting dark so after a few attempts we gave up trying to find our way to the Hollywood sign. We walked along through the Avenue of Stars and the Chinese Theatre. Hollywood was not that impressive - just a bunch of shops hidden behind aluminum shutters. We sat at a diner drinking coffee at one of the booths. The invasion on Afghanistan had began a few hours earlier. This was my first road trip with Akira. I asked him for a cigarette. It was a moment to celebrate. That was what living one's dream felt like.