Prague didn't pan out as well as he hoped, but Barci knew he could not give up. His brother was out there, somewhere, and he just knew that his brother would be looking for him as well.
He didn't know why, but LA was calling to him. Maybe it was the beaches.
Barci was serious about finding his brother. He knew he was in town, and knew that he would be using his time well. Where would he be? The Getty Museum, lapping up a little culture! Not schlepping with the masses and their tabloid sensationalism of some drug dealer scumbag being arrested.
As eccentric as Getty was, Barci could not understand why they decided they needed to put a swimming pool for chickens in the middle of the courtyard.
Somewhere out there was his brother. Barci just needed a sign. Some way of letting the world know where he was.
