The Psycho Nextdoor

Happy New Year, all.  Maybe the New Year has me feeling nostalgic. Many of the first cartoons I did in "The Great Cartoon of LIfe," had a lot to do with how weird it was to live in Hollywood.  Today's post is kind of a throw back to that.  When I first moved out to LA from NYC, it was just like being in a Laurel and Hardy movie.  I lived in a true Hollywood bungalow on Beachwood Drive with a true LA psycho neighbor.  It was a wonderful time, and good too that I never got killed.