Jada Lights My Fire
Jada Lights My FireSo far I wasn’t impressed with L.A. The job paid well, so I could get a decent house in Topanga Canyon, but L.A. is a cold city. Not as measured by the mercury, of course, but by the people. So I was, needless to say, not thrilled to hear a loud knocking and pressing of my doorbell at two in the morning. I had to stumble out of bed, throw on some sweats, grab the .38 just in case, and head for the front door all while listening to some asshole who couldn’t wait for a minute.I...