When you get kicked out of the Rainbow Hotel you know you’ve hit bottom. Guido and his canvas suitcase went to the library at the end of Hope Street. He sat down with a book. A woman sitting across the table said, You look beat.
He phoned a former girlfriend in Detroit and said he was down on his luck. She had a big heart. Get your ass here. The Greyhound rocked west.
He had no money and no credit but he had girlfriends, and when he was cleaned up he phoned one of them collect in Los Angeles.