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Describe the place you grew up.
Large. Expensive. White floors, white walls, black furniture, chrome and steel appliances, a black marble fireplace in the living room, a white marble fireplace in the family room, a smaller white marble fireplace in the library and another white fireplace -- although I'm not sure what this one was made of -- in the study. There were no carpets. My mother hated carpets, rugs, tapestries, she hated all of those. She liked clean, smooth lines, unbroken surfaces, shiny metal and rock. She liked it cold. And no, that isn't some ridiculous analogy for my home life. Our house was literally kept as cool as possible without freezing the staff.
Los Angeles was nice enough. Warm, hot, dry, but there was always the outdoor pool for the days I wanted some sun and the indoor pool on those days when it was simply too hot to fathom swimming outside. Six car garage and one of those cars was mine before I could even drive. I knew it was mine, my parents made no attempt to hide it. On the day I got my license they simply handed me the keys. No word of congratulations or even a smile. Just the keys. I was happy enough with that.
I liked it. I genuinely liked it. It was nice and I was rich, so it was everything I felt I needed. Everything I felt I deserved. It was smooth, cool and unbreakable. I liked that about my home.
Large. Expensive. White floors, white walls, black furniture, chrome and steel appliances, a black marble fireplace in the living room, a white marble fireplace in the family room, a smaller white marble fireplace in the library and another white fireplace -- although I'm not sure what this one was made of -- in the study. There were no carpets. My mother hated carpets, rugs, tapestries, she hated all of those. She liked clean, smooth lines, unbroken surfaces, shiny metal and rock. She liked it cold. And no, that isn't some ridiculous analogy for my home life. Our house was literally kept as cool as possible without freezing the staff.
Los Angeles was nice enough. Warm, hot, dry, but there was always the outdoor pool for the days I wanted some sun and the indoor pool on those days when it was simply too hot to fathom swimming outside. Six car garage and one of those cars was mine before I could even drive. I knew it was mine, my parents made no attempt to hide it. On the day I got my license they simply handed me the keys. No word of congratulations or even a smile. Just the keys. I was happy enough with that.
I liked it. I genuinely liked it. It was nice and I was rich, so it was everything I felt I needed. Everything I felt I deserved. It was smooth, cool and unbreakable. I liked that about my home.