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It is a fucking bummer that I’m not a millionaire.

Riiiiiight where The 818 and Hollywood converge, sits the Millard Kaufman Residence — a dreamy house built in 1949 and later expanded by Richard Neutra. It’s listed at 2.5 million dollars, which I don’t have, but if I did, you could bet your ass I would be moving in like, this weekend. Which like, fuck you forever LA real estate market, because… Read more →

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Best Friends Forever

Sophie McHounderson died Sunday after a long battle with doorbells and vacuum cleaners. (Her body was also riddled with cancer, but that didnt get her down much.) She spent her final days eating McDonalds cheeseburgers, singing harmonies with fire engines, and burying stuff in the yard. She wants her brother Otis to know that if he digs that shit up… Read more →

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‘Sup?

My lady’s been getting real good at taking selfies lately. She takes pictures of other things too, but the pictures she takes of herself are my favorite. She turned five last week and she threw all of her toddler caution to the wind, welcoming a big kid confidence that I barely recognize. At one point while we were celebrating her birthday… Read more →

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This One Time, Children’s Hospital LA Saved My Life #MiracleMarathon

I was three years old. My recurring ear infections had given way to mastoiditis, and there was a chunk of my head that had to go before the infection could spread to my brain. My Dad worked for himself, so my parents carried private insurance that excluded my ears on account of how expensive they’d become. While footing the bill for the… Read more →