During my journeys today I happened to park directly in front of the very first apartment I lived in in los angeles. No, not the columned one with the big windows.
Look down the driveway. See the windows low to the ground? That’s a basement apartment. The one I shared with a man who would become a famous director. The one where we had a party where we invited so many strangers. The one where we painted in the walls, and my bed frame was made from milk cartons.
My first pad.
Actor. Musician. Pitchman. Dad. The place to go for all things (Allen) Lulu