Time is running. The day of my arrival in L.A. is getting close, thanks goodness, and I am getting excited despite tiresome. High time to go house-hunting again and my canyon fever is getting to its highest peak.
Yes, I know. Canyon sagebrush go on fire in October and the hillside get washed down by mudslides in November. But I can still breath the smell of wild flowers blooming in this season and I get along with coyotes and raccoons. They make great neighbors.
And if my reasons were not enough, let's consider it as a "wise career move", ha ha. I want to write a great L.A. thriller in the footsteps of my beloved hard boiled masters. Where ELSE could I write but a L.A. canyon?
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