a gangster who stayed briefly within its walls before letting himself out and taking off with the sheriff's car.
After stopping in at Crown Brewing, we headed slightly north and west to Griffith to check out Blythe's, a large and bustling gun store. A couple doors down from Blythe's was a shop called simply "Charcuterie". If Griffith could put a pass-through between the two stores, they'd have a hit on their hands.
|Giant machines to suck the lightning from the sky and send it through copper pipes into faraway houses where it's turned into glowing dreams on Chinese glass.|