Culver City, California turns out to be unavoidable once you get wind she’s in town.
You saw her last night on a Hollywood show and right now all you want is for her to take you riding in her Cadillac.
You know she is dangerous. Not as dangerous as some, inconsequential given there’s ample guile to derail you.
You know your infatuation is immoderate but the way she shines and sings has you in an untenable position.
You realize the troubles she will unleash are without end, unimaginable hazards that will make the rest of your life unredeemable. You can pretty much see how she will send you packing and how you’ll be tossed into crevices of despair.
You can deal with the two-timing and the flashiness.
Wherever she comes from, it doesn’t matter. Down the road in National City or up the road in Klamath Falls, it doesn’t much matter.
By any measure she is not worth it.
But you need her to take you for a ride in her Cadillac on a sunny day sometime. Preferably right now.
You want to ride all the way out from Culver City, California to where the two of you can pull over to the side of the Faustian road and drink together from the fountain of original sin.
