the glint of light on broken glass
This is one of my earliest childhood memories. It is long before I had any siblings. I’m probably three years-old. It is the autumn of 1975. I live in the northwestern San Fernando Valley, on Topanga Canyon Boulevard, just a couple of miles south of Spahn Ranch. The Valley is largely undeveloped where we live, and what is developed is mostly farmland. In the 90s, I will be that guy who…
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