‘Buddha, Buddha, Buddha’ - The Gift of Parking Karma

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Thanks to my bestie during my Hollywood nightlife years, Jill, I never had to pay for parking. She gave me the Gift of the Buddha.

The only time I willingly paid for parking was when Hole played the Viper Room acoustic. I coughed up a twenty dollar bill so I would not miss a single moment. By the time I got the kids to bed, and the babysitter took over …