“Sounds like a no-brainer,” Teddy said. He reclined deeper into the sofa, sunlight splashing off the cigarette drooped from his fingertips. “What did you come out to Los Angeles for? You didn’t come out to serve, or to learn more about the restaurant business. You came to write. So take whichever job will help you do that.”

We followed the GPS’ purple arrows into Culver City, our modern, corrupted version of Yellow Brick not even Gregory Maguire could dream up. Teddy…

He didn’t bring it up. Not until one month before I said I was leaving. “So what’s your plan for this going out to…

Okay Dee, thoughts: how is this year thus far comparing to last? In the background, the din of Social Time peters in and out.…

Cobie, in his old-soul, understated-fashion, raised his hand. “I’d like to say something,” he announced. He had thick curly hair and the gaze of…