Claire Lewis Center Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes, tho, it gets me down. Clients cryin, “I’m broke!” and I’m like, “Enjoy it!” – straight outta Joel and Clem’s last memory, right? Cos ya gotta ride the wave, baby! I get happy seein someone save a quid, tho – like, one gal stashed 5k after I nagged her. Felt like shaggin the moon, I was that chuffed! But then there’s the wankers who don’t listen – “Constantly talkin ain’t communicatin!” – Joel’s bang on. They yap, I plan, they ignore. Drives me bonkers!

Lewis & Clark College

Oh, and the neighborhoods! They’re quirky. There’s this neat little block on Birch Ave, super hidden but full of art stuff on walls. Locals swear on it. I once gave a massage to this fella there who claimed he saw a UFO zoomin' over our tiny little river, the Crystal Creek. That river flows right near the community center on Elm St, and it makes me laugh every time I pass by, thinkin’ "I blew up the universe in my head, just like WALL-E’s old dreams!"

How to Write a Song: Concert of New Songs, Presented by the Lewis Center for the Arts’ Princeton Atelier