Lenny Kravitz lookalike. Sitting outside the Ralph’s on La Brea across Trader Joe’s. Eating a salad, talking on his iphone. Stylishly ripped jeans, sandals, rock star sunglasses, chestnut colored skin either from fortunate birth or expensive tan.
Verbatim:
“Yeah, well, I think we’re all going…it’s for [name witheld], the porn star’s birthday…we’re going to go up to Santa Barbara for a wine tasting…I think we’ll probably all get a few rooms…I don’t know…I can ask. I didn’t think you would want to…okay, well, if you can get there, I think you can come…okay. All right, then. Okay, I gotta go, too. Love you, mom. Bye.”
