Broken Elevators II: When I Disappear (Part 1)
Last time the public heard from Jesse he was finally finishing his play and mourning the loss of his own legacy. Now the elevators are long gone, which doesn't matter much anyway, all they held were the biggest hills and valleys he had ever seen. Sometimes I can see him drift off like he's trying to remember what his heroes look like, what they sound like, but the more he racks his brain for the memories, the more they escape him. By this time I'm sure all he has left are names. It's a shame, sometimes he's so lost in his thoughts that he leaves all of the beautiful California sights unseen. There's nothing quite like sunset at Newport, if only he'd get up and draw the shades, maybe he would fall in love with the beach. At least then he could try to move on.