I relocated to Los Angeles in 1990 from San Francisco.
My wife commented on how the traffic was really not that bad, of course there was a curfew and no one was out on the street, they were hold up in their houses with riot shot guns, just in case anyone came a knockin'.
No problem, where are they located?
Florence and Normandy.
Hummm, that sounded farmiliar. Oh yeah, I saw it on the news last night. That was were Reginald Denny got the shit kicked out of him while being dragged from his truck.
Ground zero of the L.A. riots.
You must be kidding! I just picked up my new Mercedes 190 and Steven wanted me to go to my death on my first day with cash in my hand.
This was a bad idea.
So I armed myself with a Thomas guide and headed into the war zone to meet Christian Mann.
It looked like what I would imagine Kabul looks like.
Behind these huge gates was CPLC.
I dropped off the spiff money and got back in my car to get out of there before it got dark.
We were in a building with a warehouse and a strip of other businesses running along our driveway.
When one of the businesses would move or go out of business, Vivid took that space. Soon we took all of them and then started taking all the spaces on the other side of them.
Those were the good old days, smoking in your office, Wendys burgers for a 15 minute lunch.