I am watching the LA Marathon from my hotel room this morning, and helicopters hovering over. My brat pack friends and I took LA a bit by storm last night. We met amazing people, laughed til it hurt, danced til we dropped, and had an amazing dinner at one of my all time favorite haunts. I’m so fortunate as an abuse survivor that my ex abuser Richard Zona Jr. did not kill me or take my soul. A lot of bastards exist in this world. Keep your eyes open but don’t EVER, SAY NEVER, “Let The Bastards Get You Down.”

**I need everything Richard Zona Jr. stole from me returned.

** I need the horrible John Paul DeJoria DeJoria family to apologize for the nine months of harassment, terror, abuse, and legal abuse, and intimidation their criminal affiliates injected on me.