Let’s go outside: a journey into the heart of dorkness
(Recycled from the House of Love)
It’s late November, 1998. I’m on the phone to Casey, talking about my upcoming trip to Los Angeles. He asks if there’s anything special I’d like to do while I’m there. He knows I don’t like LA, so it must be a trick question.
“Well, there is one thing…” My voice trails off.
“What? Disneyland?”
“No, we’ve been there.”
“Rodeo Drive?”
“No, you know I hate shopping. And rich people.”
“Mann’s Chinese Theatre?”
“Not even close.”
“Well what is it then?”
“I wanna see the beat where George Michael got busted.”
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