Sal and I worked a shall we say unique beat. We covered the seedy and salty side of our fair, gritty city. Los Angeles, the “City of Angels” it ain’t. What it is is a gutter filled with filthy animals that crawl out at night to do their sullen business, and indulge their fallen cravings. They say the word “Abomination” means furthest removed from God and the City of Angels is exactly that. Tinsel town and Hollywood fueled this hot mess, and made it gritty.
A place in the high desert, once populated by orange and lemon groves, farming, ranching and oil fields is now a sewer for every form of filth that ever slimed out of a shitpit.
Sal was a pro at getting information and setting up the money shots. Me? Armed with a Graflex and some film packs, I’m ready to go. Bulbs in my pocket are packed in tissue paper to keep them from clanking around and scaring off Sal’s prey.