The Fantastic Creatures Of Los Angeles

Today we inspire with not only cunning visuals but an excerpt from an upcoming novel:
"The Suicide Clutch" - novel by Patrick Goldman:

"Häysen takes his 12 foot chopper to Sunset Boulevard and makes his way westward. It takes him a while. A plethora of LA road turtles block his way; a Prius with an Obama sticker still hoping for something. A dusty Volvo station wagon, who’s driver is too oblivious to notice that someone wrote “Jew canoe” on the rear window. And last but not least on Häysen’s shit list today are those ubiquitous Hollywood tourist vans; cut open on the top like sardines. Little heads peek out, like baby birds in their nest, stretching their necks, waiting to be fed. Their tour guide does indeed feed them with bits of exaggerated celebrity information which then in turn causes them to take photos of hedges behind which they assume fame.
"Los Angeles is a large organism and Sunset Boulevard is like a main artery that leads to smaller arteries which end up in ever tinier windy little arteries all the way to the remote corners of that body called Los Angeles. Häysen ends up in such a remote but privileged location, like a banker’s fingertip or a boxer’s right hand knuckle. This road is a dead end. This is where his first interrogation shall take place."
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