LifeInLA
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“The Midnight Ice Cream Truck.”
Grand Theft Auto 3, East L.A., and a neighbor’s “ride” that didn’t need a key. Back in 2001–2002, I was an usher at Dodger Stadium. One of my coworkers, Arturo—Art—became my boy. Looked like a cholo (shaved head, mustache, heavyset) but he wasn’t; chill, funny, good dude. After late games I’d drive him home to… Continue reading
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“Many Men, One Ice Cart”
A quiet night. An ice cart. 50 Cent’s bodyguard yelling at me. Didn’t end how he expected. Back when I worked as a houseman at a hotel in Beverly Hills, every night brought something different. Celebrities, chaos, weird little moments that stuck. This one night, I was out by the bungalows. I was twenty-two, maybe… Continue reading
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“Every Shade of Purple”
A quick trip to help housekeeping turned into a purple fever dream — the night I stepped into Prince’s world. I used to work in a hotel in Beverly Hills back when I was twenty-two. I was a houseman. Some of the stories from that place and time I’ll eventually share with you guys. I… Continue reading