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This past weekend I went to Los Angeles, the city I was born in, to visit my family. I miss L.A. sometimes. On Sunday I ditched my family because all I wanted to do was walk around the city by myself. It was one of the loveliest days I've had in a long time. Being alone in a city, familiar or not, is one of the best feelings I've ever had. When I was 15 I took my mom's car and drove from our home in Orange County to Los Angeles (my first every trip to L.A. by myself) to hear Ray Bradbury speak at the UCLA bookfair. I snuck into the sold out reading by telling the doorman that my mother was inside and I needed to get something from her. Once inside I sat transfixed while Ray Bradbury (my then idol) spoke. Afterwards I went to the front of the stage, where Mr. Bradbury was talking to the press, and gave him a three page letter I had written him over the past week. As I left UCLA I felt like I was walking on air. To commemorate the experience, I went to Melrose and convinced a creepy body peicer that I was 18 and got my left nipple pierced. That was one of the best days of my life. Two weeks later I got a package in the mail from Ray Bradbury. Among other things, he sent me a book which he had written "Onward, Georgia!" in. I still have it, although I never read the book in which he had written. I'm a procrastinator...in fact, I should be studying right now.