The Rug
After Thumb Out: Chapter Eight: My father reneges on his promise
I got a job at Westwood Camera and enrolled at UCLA, taking film courses at night. Always film. Always the credential.
Brentwood was a wonderful quiet oasis from the madness of most of Los Angeles. A fresh breeze off the ocean, palm trees, greenery. Santa Monica was close. It felt almost livable. But my night classes at UCLA …