Last weekend Pinky and I went into the city (Los Angeles). It was really hot and it took us a long time to get there. Pinky had a lot of stuff on her mind and almost got run over by a car - twice. While she did her meetings I took the opportunity to go visit the house where I was born since it was nearby.
It's right next to the Sony Pictures Studios in Culver City. The place still looks about the same although I didn't see anybody there who I thought I might be related to.
I had several brothers and sisters but I don't know what happened to them, they just disappeared one by one. I was the last one to leave home; I left when I met Pinky. I also took a picture of the exact spot where we first met (below). It's covered with trash.