When I was 18, I had a fortunate encounter with the Zappa family. Before I knew it, I was hanging out with Diva, who was the youngest and the same age as I was. We would hang out every day—because we got along so well—and it wasn’t uncommon for people to stop her in the middle of a purchase and ask her if she was related the late Frank Zappa.
As many of you know, if you are out and about in L.A. or Beverly Hills or Studio City enough, you run into or see various celebrities around town.
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