In: Journal
16 Sep 2004We drove to L.A. this morning to visit an old friend. L.A. was fun but I forget why. And here’s why I forget: I had just dropped off to a nice sleep after the long drive when I was awakened by a loud POP! around midnight. Robby ran out of his room–someone had set fire [...]
I'm not really famous. In case you were wondering. But I tried. I once believed that fame makes you real - a perversion of "The Velveteen Rabbit" theme that love makes you real. Guess I equated fame with love. Sad. You can read more about that here.