At Yale Trucking they called me The California Kid.
I lived in the Saint George Hotel on 13th. Street New York City, two doors down from Broadway. Everything was painted a Juvy Green, a color Bill Arnold coined after his stay in Juvenile Hall for stealing a car and leading the Oakland Cops on a wild chase up Trestle Glen Blvd. There were shots fired. Bill jumped out of car and knocked a cop to the ground with the door, and got away. A fink turned him in.
There was a marble fireplace that was blocked off. Above it was an old mirror that was losing its reflection, there dark cancerous blotches all over it that were like black holes sucking reality out of the room. This mirror had seen alot. But what was truly haunting was the old pay radio by the bed made out of pressed board painted the same Juvy Green. No one wanted to steal…
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