it was somewhere between 35 and 40 years ago that I met Teo Davis at the infamous Casa Real a real location that had been written about in one of Raymond Chandler novels. I was trying to make it in Show Business (how shocking considering I was on Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood!) Writing acting or comedy it didn't matter I was just looking for the first store that would open. And finally what I thought was my first big break. There was a strange underground show called New Wave Theater that was written, directed, and produced by a man named David Jove. I was being groomed to replace the host of the show because the star Peter Ivers who narrated in a rather metaphysical occult Aleister Crowley like fashion had just been murdered and it was left unsolved to present day. David jove introduced me toTeo Davis telling me he was a genius of a writer and he considered him one of his closest friends. Well, long story short we hit it off instantly but and he said well if you're a writer why don't you help me brainstorm a 10-page treatment for a biker movie and with that we locked ourselves in the bathroom and counted each other with different ideas for several hours. Tell spoke beautiful Castilian Spanish and had an eloquent way of speaking English as if he was born in Britain in Britain and carried himself like royalty. He never ever said it but I always had the feeling that he was a blue blood by the way he perceives things and carried himself, which was like royalty. In spite of that he was an interesting dichotomy because he was quite a humble man and he didn't speak nearly as much as he should have considering the IQ of the friends that he chose. Teo was a natural-born teacher and he was heads above 99% of the planet mentally of that I have no doubt. I always left him with a sense that it was an honor that he accepted my friendship. There was this crazy artist friend Michael Yeager another genius lost to the disease of chemical dependency who unfortunately died of AIDS before the pills were invented. There was Linda Cossey who was on the cover of La weekly considered the Hub of the avant-garde and Wernor Fassbender's Apprentice. There was always too John Barrymore's wandering around father and son. And a host of other notables you never know who is going to stop in. The gifted actor Ray Sharkey who is long past was a regular there as well and I could go on and on. I didn't know what I was going to say so I just promised myself that I would carry myself to Kerouac and stream of consciousness would make this entry possible. Goodbye old pal save a seat next to you we have an eternity to make up for lost time. What time undying respect and unconditional love, your Eternal friend, David Aronek AKA David London