Do something you enjoy doing. I enjoy writing so here’s another entry for my (online for now) book “Outside Of Los Angeles“. Enjoy:

Ned Temple came to me one day with a business proposition. He wanted 75 large to rent out a studio apartment at the top of La Brea right against the hill that had a jetliner view of east LA, downtown, Baldwin Hills, Palos Verdes, LAX, and the Pacific Ocean. He tried to convince me that businessmen would pay $700 a month to have access to it in case they needed to take a dump and have a shower while they were out and about. Ned couldn’t manage to figure out how to clean his own clothes so how was he gonna manage 75K and a studio apartment in the hills? No, I passed. Heard he hit up the rest of the alternative funding houses in the city for a solid month before going in with Ernesto Chelan. White dudes don’t borrow from cartel money, that’s a well known rule in LA. Not a guideline nor a suggestion- it’s a fucking rule. Ned being Ned fucked things up on the first day by renting out a suite at The Mark Twain on Wilcox. Only thing The Mark Twain had a view of was tranny hookers sucking dick in the parking lot of a body shop on an even shittier section of Wilcox in Hollywood. Chelan wanted his paper back, Ned didn’t return his calls, and in less than forty-eight hours after the deal was set Ned ended up in pieces along the El Monte freeway. Asshole Stevenson at the highway patrol said he was chained to the back of a truck and dragged from downtown til he came apart near El Monte. Cartel money does that. Brown don’t fuck around.

Paul Zies

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