This was in 1979. I lived in West Hollywood for a bit and then on Pico and Crenshaw for about 7 months while I took the bus into Hollywood to study at the Hollywood Magic shop. That doesn't exist anymore, I'm told. A guy was murdered right outside the place I was living at; drug deal gone bad is my understanding. I don't actually hate LA, it just pales next to San Francisco, Sacramento, and Long Beach in my memories.