When I was a teenager in Los Angeles I had a summer job at the Greek Theatre in Griffith Park. My girlfriends Lisa and Justine were right beside me as we took tickets, ushered in patrons, and worked the backstage and VIP doors. Every shift included drama: run-ins with drunken customers, entanglements between a staff of sexed-up boys and lovelorn girls, even an ass-groping celebrity or two.
In the coming weeks I'll be digging into the archives of my mind to try and recover some of these stories. They may be short, sweet and few, but the ride will be fun.
Maybe I'll take the Mustang.