He left New York City for the quiet desolation of the Southern California desert—the arid stillness, the open horizon lines. The popcorn of cluster bombs that punctuate the night air barely registers as an inconvenience. His land buttresses the Chocolate Mountain Gunnery Range, one of the largest active military bombing ranges in the US. Target exercises are performed day and night, enriching the desert sand with precious aluminum for those who dare to scavenge it. It’s anarchists and outlaws that are attracted to this land, the military zone providing an unlikely haven for a desperado livelihood.