JACK
Hollywood and Vine is one of the most famous corners in L.A., not only because of Mann’s Chinese Theatre, but the stars that line the nearby sidewalks. I can’t avoid these ghosts of mine, not here, not on this corner. They stretch like shadows from the sidewalk, taking shape inside my mind. They feed the demons that live within me and bring them to life. If I squint my eyes to the sun, I can see Mia standing on this corner, her dark hair framing her face and that f*****g braid hidden within her waves, those hazel eyes looking right at me, and I feel as if I could reach out and touch her. When I blink, she is gone.
It has been over twenty-five years since I played this corner for change, yet these memories make it feel like yesterday. That kind of struggle leaves scars, but it also l
