Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, The Flesh, and L.A.

by Eve Babitz

“I’ve always liked the beach,” she told me. “And I never had a father.” “Oh,” I said.

Get a grip on yourself, I said to myself, and took a 10 mg. Valium.

I was a difficult, mean bitch, whose cat, it was rumored, bit men. (And whose cat did.)