I've had countless neighbors over the years, and for each one of them I've postulated their life stories with the use of my keen senses. Sure, my time could have probably been better spent, but would I of had so much fun?!
When I lived in the heart of Hollywood two blocks from Chinese Mann theatre, I had the pleasure of living on the ground floor. My never-seen-in-the-daylight neighbor that lived above me would clomp up the cold stone stairs in her stilettos around 1 or 2 am (after finishing her night of turning tricks), and then spend the rest of the evening making, what else—crack cocaine. How did I know this? Well, the water would run off and on constantly throughout the night. This, combined with the sounds of cooking: pots banging, stirring, pacing, made my conclusion undeniable. But, I still wanted to prove it.
It took me a few weeks and no showers to build up some cred on the street, but then the info flowed in like actors to an open casting call, and it was all linked to my building. Even the innocent 12-year-old Juan who played soccer against the apartment's hallway walls was in on it. He'd open the front door for buyers.
But what could I say, it's just a day in the life...of Hollywood.
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