We were in my funky apartment on the ocean side of the Pacific Coast Highway in Malibu. Still full of energy at 2 A.M., he asked if he could play his guitar on the deck when I said I had to sleep. I said, “Sure,” and left him looking out over the ocean and playing. I told him he could lock up after himself.
"When I was old enough to realize that all meat was killed, I saw it as an irrational way of using our power, to take a weaker thing and mutilate it. It was like the way bullies would take control of younger kids at the school yard.