Archive for February 9, 2005
What A Life
Today will be different. I woke early, tossing and turning in my bed until the sun broke through the windows. I jogged in Beverly Hills, taking in the blue sky, the soaring palms, and the waking birds. I turned down Carmelita Street, where I jogged so many years before (in the “Almost Home” era). I…
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LA’s finest were parked outside the hotel tonight. “They waiting for you?” Robert joked. “I got five bucks that says they’re here for the hip hoppers across the hall from me.” Today began auspiciously enough. A beautiful din rose from the clock radio’s tiny speakers. It sounded like Beta Band meets Talking Heads meets Franz…
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