City of Angels. City of Dreams. City of Lost Memories. City of Neon. That was it—the neon lights: manufactured color pouring down over the city, like acid rain, slowly eroding the souls of the city-dwelling youths, while poisoning their minds with an insatiable craving for manufactured highs. It was the lights. It had always been the lights.
Nick Miller
Hi, I'm Nick Miller. I like to write things.
My debut novel, Isn't It Pretty To Think So?, will be released in 2012.
You can pre-order a copy from Amazon now.
Follow @nickmiller
My debut novel, Isn't It Pretty To Think So?, will be released in 2012.
You can pre-order a copy from Amazon now.
Follow @nickmiller
My room in Los Angeles. (Photos by Jayson Fox)
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