The light reminded me of a jazz club circa 1963 San Francisco. The pretty girl’s shiny skin was a bonus.

Not that I’ve ever been in a jazz club in San Francisco in 1963. It’s what movies and television have taught me that world would look like. All gritty and black and white and totally hot women watching the musicians…it’s even a hand held camera too. French New Wave inspired and surpassed because, it ends in a car chase and gun battle. Followed by unexplainable explosions. This is how movies have told me life ends.

When you don’t know how to end a story or a thought you blow it up. BOOM!