After I dropped Rebecca off at her apartment on Reseda Boulevard I pointed my '58 Pontiac Bonneville toward the Hollywood Hills. The affluent residents of Beachwood Canyon didn't take kindly to my relocation there after my financial upgrade, but I still smiled and waved as I went by.
I lay in bed that night staring at the ceiling, contemplating. If I started looking into that business about the heroin I knew I was going to open a huge can of worms, and I sold my fishing pole years ago.
I finally drifted into sleep just as the sun came up...
Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
And once you've opened a can of worms, it doesn't take long before they're high.