Arriving at an 8 am (hey, it’s California!) breakfast birthday party at a hilltop home in Pasadena.

The Idiot was the only non-related man allowed to attend Valerie Botta’s 60something birthday party in Pasadena.
Why?
Because she expected him to give her a day at a luxury spa or a trip to Paris — but feigned to be pleased with his gift of Wonder Woman matches, an aromatic three-wick candle, a slingshot with felt ammo and a copy of his book The Paris Metro 40th Anniversary Issue: The Book About Paris Yesterday.
April 18, 2018
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