There’s a difference between memoir and autobiography.
They might seem the same but they’re very different beasts.
You may have heard that some of the events described here happened otherwise or went down a different way. Well, this is my version—how I remember things, my truth.
The conversations are as close to verbatim as I could manage and honestly presented. A name or two has been changed to protect the innocent.
Mostly this is a record of the things that have kept me awake at 4 a.m., the precious flowers of the past blooming in the dark corners of memory. I have tried my best to capture whatever that light shone on. I hope it illuminates events for you as much as it has for me.
Love, Lol
Los Angeles, California
February 2016