When I got home I mixed a stiff one and stood by the open window in the living room and sipped it and listened to the groundswell of the traffic on Laurel Canyon Boulevard and looked at the glare of the big angry city hanging over the shoulder of the hills through which the boulevard had been cut.
Etxera heldu nintzenean tamainako kankarro bat prestatu eta salako leiho zabalduaren ondoan zutik egon nintzen hura zurrutadaka edaten, Laurel Canyon bulebarreko trafiko burrunbaren gorakadari adi, hiri haundi, amorratuaren distirari begira.