Can't Complain Because Nobody Listens.

I Never Miss L.a. Because I'm There Enough.

Deep In My Heart It Still Feels Like I'm A Journalist Even Though I Haven't Worked For A Paper And Carried A Press Pass For 14 Years.

The Philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche Once Wrote That When You Look Into The Darkness Of The Abyss The Abyss Looks Into You. Probably No Other Line Or Thought More Inspires Or Informs My Work.

How I Work Is That I Write A Story I'd Like To Read. Then You Fly To Paris Or Sydney And The Interviewers Talk About The Greater Significance Of Your Work.

The Setting Sun Burned The Sky Pink And Orange In The Same Bright Hues As Surfers' Bathing Suits. It Was Beautiful Deception, Bosch Thought, As He Drove North On The Hollywood Freeway To Home. Sunsets Did That Here. Made You Forget It Was The Smog That Made Their Colors So Brilliant, That Behind Every Pretty Picture There Could Be An Ugly Story.