| I used to see my parents once a year during Christmas. My dad invited me to spend a few days in his little house up in the hills behind Malibu. Which means "bad place" in the tongue of the Native Americans that once lived there. His house was one of five that were on Sandstone Ranch, once famous as an anything goes sex club. He moved in two or three years after the partying ended. And this is in aid of? Waffles, Sunday morning. Dot dot dot.
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When the world was better. |