We’re all a little crazy…

I have a house guest staying with me for a couple of weeks.  We could rename my apartment the Flat-Footed Motel.  We specialize in housing wayward travelers as they make their transition from New York to Los Angeles.  There is no better place in this fine urban sprawl of ours to use as a jumping off point for former New Yorkers than DTLA.  Some people would say, and really have said, that I’m crazy for allowing so many people to come through my house.  I often respond, “I might be a crazy-maker from time to time, but I’m definitely not crazy.”

Some of you may have heard the term “crazy-maker” before.  For those who haven’t let me attempt to explain this terminology for you with a little anecdote before we continue…

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