Real life Weeds
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Dec. 20th, 2008 | 09:40 pm
So I'm here in southern California in a beach front home that was formerly owned by a drug king pin who also laundred money through a sports bar he owned in Venice Beach and who eventually fled the FBI in a high speed chase through Malibu (the FDA had rented out a garage "across the street"--actually across the private waterway-- for six months tracking him.). The home was occupied by one of his baby mamas and his kids. He installed a really high security motion detector system with sensors in each rooms (which the current owners kept) and they still get late night visitors and letters from the illegal entrpreneur (from the LA Penitentiary) to the woman.
Anyway, it's a mansion now owned by one of my gf's relatives and they decorate it with antique oars (as staircase banisters) and murals of miniature chairs (remind me of the giant adirondack chairs at Swarthmore College). It made me feel important, like I'm in an episode of Weeds.
We went out on their yacht to see the parade of bigger yachts that the owners decorate with Christmas lights like lit up dolphins and sea horses. The neighbors all have sea side access to this waterway and therefore decorate the backs of their homes some with blue/white light, menoras, stars of David. Cute
And someone in the neighborhood owns a helicopter and flies over the gated community with a lit up santa- sleigh-and-reindeer attached underneath. Christmas is better here.
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