Lonely Man in a Big Lonely House

His three level house sits on top of a mountain in Pasadena, overlooking a two-acre green field, with a peak view of downtown L.A. The entire southern part of the house is glass, making you feel bare standing inside. The house is filled with African art all over, including the bathroom, all kinds of big and small human looking statutes, all black and brown. The house plus the art work itself is probabely worth 4 million dollars at least.

The energy of the house is suffocating. I almost want to run away after the second hour of being there.

The man who lives there is 55 years old, has all white hair--has two masters degrees and two Ph.D's, and two huge dogs in size of ponies. This man has a lot of money, has probabely slept with at least 300 women in his life, never been married, no kids.

This man is so lonely living in this big lonely house, I almost want to hug him.

Sometime, somewhere in his past, something went wrong in his psyche, somebody screwed him over, touched the wrong nerve, said the wrong thing...and then this lonely man was born in this lonely house.