To Live and Die in LA
March 1st 2011 When I returned from Vietnam I found a strange text message on my phone saying that my cousin had died. Mike was a kind of Big Lobowski character who lived in Venice Beach. He didn't allow ambition to run his life, and I admired that. I learned that he had become pathologically withdrawn over the past few years. Although we were once close, I hadn't spoken to him in years. He died alone in his apa
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