I walk in L. A. In 1982, I walked and walked in L. A. In fact, I was flown in by J. Delesma and went to J. Carson's private studio, by appointment. I talked with several people through the intercom, and complained of a hotel that would'nt let me back into my room after I had just checked in and locked my key in the room. My luggage was comprised of a couple of registration certificates. I am a lyracist, but am obstructed from royalties, some of which I composed as a juvenile in and out of the ohio youth commission. Others, I have yet to receive compensation, but I like missing persons songs.