Last night at 1 am, Sam and I decided we were hungry so we took off to Bossa Nova where a fight broke out and police hurried in with rifles.
A 1.5 Hour drive turned into a 4 hour drive when I got lost driving out to Riverside to discuss music with Cleveland. But I did it and we're on our way to composing music to my play.
Punky Brewster (Soleil Moon Frye) was standing behind me at Pink Berry today.
In the elevator on Friday a man thought I was Persian.
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Honey, don't ya just love LA! You would never get that much excitement in the cornfield known as Minneapolis.
If you were indeed Persian, I'd need you to hook me up with discounts on their rugs. Ah well, can't have everything.
Btw, this is Khary, and I always feel like a dope signing my name here all the time, so I'm gonna use a little codename for fun. It shall be E. Sunshine--after my favorite movie. Smiles.
E. Sunshine
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