Venice, California, is technically part of the City of Los Angeles. But, in reality (or is it fantasy?), it exists as an altered state of mind, altered by the sun, the surf, the extraordinary diversity of its people. Walk down the street, and you'll see anyone and everyone: movie stars, muscle beach rats, nodded out junkies, tourists, Jewish grandmothers, and maybe even yourself in an alternate universe. I lived there from 1975 through 1978. If this stuff didn't really happen, it should have (or could have).


The Man Who Lived Under the House

Our Dog Has More Friends Than We Do

The Man Who Kept Silence

King of the Beach

Give Me Money

Roller Skating Comes to Venice

Paul and Ida Move to Malibu

Bruce Springsteen Plays Santa Barbara

The Center of the Universe

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