Somber Hill of Fortune

If I could afford a home, right here, in this Strip of
Beverly Hills Glitter and Tinsel, would I?
It's a bit scary, to tell the truth. Not a sound outside.
Not a car going up the Canyon.
It's almost midnight and pitch black outside.
Winston the Dog is fast asleep.

I think of what this was 30 years ago...
Or before that even.
Somehow, the 70's matter more to me, because I
was alive, by then.
I have no understanding of what I am feeling right this second.
It's like I'm never going to leave this place.

"Help"!