I grew up in San Fernando, but we said ‘Mission Hills’ because it seemed classier. What divided them was the Golden State Freeway. But on the phone the cars sounded like waves. So I’d tell the girls ‘Malibu.’ My earliest L.A. memory is when I was about four. My grandparents and I would go see Mexican movies at the Million Dollar Theater. Walking down Broadway after the movies and eating lunch on Olvera Street—puro L.A.!