An angel city built by pedophiles and headshots burns while tennis pros charge Model S Teslas they can’t afford in public parking lots for free.

Every actor a writer, a director, a producer, a future real estate agent; failed creatives creating failure all around by failing to acknowledge what and where they truly are.

A where I must leave now, flee before Littlefinger sends me flying toward what through the Moon Door and red flag warnings for the Holidays fall on deaf ears.