Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 29

We drove 400 miles back to Los Angeles with barely enough room for the oxygen we needed to breathe. A houseplant that was in the back was tipped forward, tickling my ear like it was flirting with me. There were stacks of 78's, books, and enough of a wardrobe to clothe the entire naked native population of some Stone Age South American nation. I had trouble finding two socks to put on in the morning.

When we got back to L.A. I called Todd, telling him to meet us at the Griffith Park Observatory.

He was there in no time...