Luck had been working at Inner City Arts, an arts center serving inner-city elementary school kids who had lost their arts funding.  The building was on skid row and had been designed by Frank Gehry, though that didn’t mean anything really. Bob Bates came upon the idea for the center in a vision he had one night; the place had that feeling to it, as if you were inside the dream of someone who was a believer.
Bouncing around from the Santa Fe Arts Colony to a strange railroad apartment in Venice with a couple who slept in the living room which had to be walked through to get to the back room, to a run down house on Effie St. in Echo Park, to a few weeks with some crazy british girls who thought they were going to be rock stars, and finally to the garage of his best of best friends.