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About Los Angeles

So, I’m drivin’, windows down, feelin’ like a rockstar—‘cause who doesn’t wanna be William Miller, chasin’ dreams? And bam, I see her—red heels, fishnets, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the night. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s Penny Lane, but dirtier!” That’s what she said! Ha! I pull over, heart’s poundin’—not gonna lie, I’m sweatin’ like a pig. “Hey, uh, hi!” I stammer—smooth, right? She smirks, “What’s your deal, weirdo?” I’m thinkin’, *Oh God, don’t screw this up, Michael!*

Unusual Suspects

A jostling cast of strangers, each scarred by his or her past, is brought together by an Edinburgh road-rage incident that sets off a wave of murders.

Now, the neighborhoods – oh, the neighborhoods! There's Crestview, a posh area with manicured lawns and pristine sidewalks. Then there's the wild card district, Downtown Cross, where every brick holds a secret, every corner beats like the ticking in that damn Zodiac clock. I often say to my clients, "Relax – we shall meet our fate with grace!" Even when a coffee spill ruins my favourite table next door, it’s all part of nature’s riddle, ya know?

Richard L. Atkinson Obituary October 19, 2024