I became very familiar with the streets of Hollywood. Kind of like the television show Cheers, where everyone knows your name. There was always something to do, and we were only a short car ride away. We ate onion rings from a paper bag past midnight at Astro Burger, browsed old literature at Book Soup and even hung out in graveyards just for the fun of it. 
At times, I could have done without some of the excitement like when Jenny fell down the balcony of the Hollywood Pavilion because she was so drunk, or when street riots ensued, and we all were showered with pepper spray by the cops. After a while, I began to expect the riots and the cops yelling at us to clear the streets. The pepper spray was an added bonus. It became the norm, and we were just happy when we could hear a band or two play before the show would be broken up, and it almost always did. Thinking back now, I am not sure why none of that kind of calamity didn’t scare me. Sadly, it became part of the show and being manhandled by cops was expected.
Those were things that gave us something to talk about the next night. That kind of drama was enticing, and we thrived on it all.