Silverlake, Spaceland, Sunset Junction – a Silver Lining.
Early one morning after a long night, I slipped out of my ex’s Silverlake flat and meandered back to my Highland Park bungalow. As I wound around the reservoir, a flood of memories of debauched evenings and street festivals mashed together. At a light, I pulled out a scrap of paper and scribbled down the phrases that came streaming out. Back in the day, almost every time you’d drive down Sunset Blvd, you’d see a bizarre local doing their thing. The Sunset Junction (where Santa Monica Blvd. meets Sunset) you might see The Walking Man (a slender shirtless guy who was out on the street 7-8 hours a day, and who walked and read at the same time) or the neon-roller skating guy with spandex and boombox, who may have time traveled from 1980. Silverlake is a hilly, older neighborhood east of Hollywood, perfectly situated between Hollywood and
