I truly apologize for my long absence from blogging, and especially for starting these serials and then dropping the ball. I have decided I'm no longer doing that. If I start a series, I'm not posting ANY of it until I have all the installments written - at which point I will schedule them to self publish over a period of days, one installment per day.
Several of you had expressed a keen interest in this story and had been wondering how it would end up - and how I would eventually be inviting Alissa Milbert to suck my balls. So I am now replaying the earlier episodes, one per day, so that you can get yourself back up to speed on the story.
For each episode I replay I will provide a brief recap to save you reading time.
Love & coasters,
Recap of Part 1: CP recalls his years living in West Hollywood and owns up to being a star-crazy geek.
I have long been a fan of famous people. At least I've been a fan of people who are famous for the right reasons. I don't like people who are famous because they lock people in their basements and eat them. As a simple illustration, Shirley Booth = good. John Wayne Gacy = bad.
Actually, I realize John Wayne Gacy didn't eat his victims. It just sounded better that way.
When I moved to Los Angeles in 1992, I was giddy with excitement each time I saw a famous person. One of my favorite things was to go to El Coyote for trashy Mexican food because it was such a great place for star sightings, especially to view stars of the "B" variety. (Washed up TV actors being my absolute favorite genre, if you hadn't figured that out from the Shirley Booth example.)
The first time I went to El Coyote I was with my new boss, who mentioned casually that he sat next to Carol Burnett the last time he'd been there.
"Carol Burnett?? Are you kidding me with this??" I demanded to know.
"Yes, I did," Michael replied. "You see a lot of stars here. Perfect restaurant if you're into that sort of thing."
And was I ever! Seeing stars was fun!
....to be continued.....