He screamed for hours into a cell phone as he paced around the trailer in the parking lot of every gas station from here to LA.

He wrote his best songs at his worst, after the phone calls with his soul mate. The woman never understood the artist but if she didn’t tear him apart he never would’ve written those songs.

FROM HERE TO LA BY SCOTT LAUDATI

34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 15

We drove from here to LA

in total silence because Ace Enders said we should.

Of course he talked for hour…

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