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Sonny
Philip Marlowe, The Little Sister
I went from the middle of my senior year in high school to the Marines. Didn't even get to kiss my girlfriend goodbye, due to "circumstances beyond my control", not my fault. A couple of hitches later, I was a civilian for the first time in my adult life, and it was tougher than being in the Corps.
I tried going back home but I'd been away too long and changed too much and knew even before I did my laundry that it wasn't home anymore. I remembered having leave in La Fayette, LA and found a little place there and got a job with Halliburton working offshore, on 45 off 30, on 30 off 15, on 45. I made good money, but wasn't home enough. After the Marines and having to spend time away, I at least wanted to be home most every night.
After a year and few months in La Fayette, and all the spicy Cajun cooking, I got off the shuttle from offshore, put a few things in my truck and took off to California, arriving July 4th. I needed to go to college, had benefits and quite a few class credits. I drove in on the 5 and kept going until I "hit water". The end of Route 66 is the Santa Monica Pier and that's where I stopped. For the first few days I stayed on the beaches and explored up the PCH as far as Port Hueneme.
I read a lot, a very eclectic taste if you listen to others, and I had gotten hooked on the Phillip Marlowe detective novels. I'd swim, find a warm spot and read, unless there was a lady wanting some attention. I was sitting at County Line reading "The Little Sister", thinking about Marlowe's take on LA, which was home now. I needed to find a place, a job, enroll in college. Instead, I sat on the beach, went for a swim, built a fire.
I had found Neptune's Net and disappeared into, in with, the locals who hang out there and like the lyrics of "The Sunset Grill" which is about "Neptunes Net" . . . I "had another beer".
