"For My Next Act, I'm Going To Set Myself On Fire"
May, 1972
He jogs along Redondo Beach every morning now, not because he's worried about the flatness of his stomach; his stomach is way down on the list of things he has to worry about. Jogging is just the ritual, the thing he has to do; you screw up the ritual and who knows? His run always ends at a place called the Surf Boarder, where he strides in, glistening, tanned, with that Prince Valiant flyaway hairdo and, at that time of the morning, he looks pretty much like everybody else in there. They're sur...
