In a Lonely Place on 05-08-2019

That night a drunken Riggs left Britt on Sunset Boulevard after some shouting, went home (such as it was), and set about shaving his brown corduroy pants. “I feel like I’m wearing a frickin’ pelt in these things!” a neighbor later reported hearing him shout. “Please, Jesus, from now on let me be streamlined. Let me be heartless. Let me be free!”