Ellroy with mother Jean HillikerJames Ellroy on His Life in Crime, His Imaginary Dog
But there's a particular aspect of my youth that has become distorted by repetition : like going to jail. It was not the big house. It was the jail of six-man cells and two stupid white guys, two stupid black guys and two stupid Mexican guys lying about their criminal exploits and their movie-star girlfriends.
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