The story takes place in South Central. As most of y’all know, I grew up in South Los Angeles. Hawthorne, specifically. A majority minority, working class comm. South Central was about 10 min East via side streets and the beach abt 10 minutes west.
Anyway, my friends and I played soccer during the summers we were all in college. We ended up going out to dinner afterwards and on one particular night we all wanted to have Roscoe’s. The only location that was open that late was the South Central spot - it was midnight ish.