In the summer of 1973, I was 22 and I moved from New York, where I’d been a working actor, to Los Angeles, where I wouldn’t be one. To be more precise, I’d moved from the center of the universe, as I understood it, to the center of Hollywood. I’d been hired by Gold Key… Continue reading He asked me why I went there and I told him. (Remembering Schwab’s Pharmacy on Sunset Boulevard.)