That Mexican Donovan was in and out of prison and jail. I was taken to a meeting with a “Harvey”, a “Crisara” and an “Alice”, perhaps a t-pac also in La Jolla, CA in the 1970s. That Harvey was asked to help me get Hollywood. So there I was with complete strangers listening to them discussing ME paying a bail bondsman and his people for help. I am not certain the help now, as I sure got into a lot of trouble over these decades without writing a single check to a movie studio or signing a deal with one. I do not know if this was before or after I visited WB and the parking stall. Originally I thought it was about the identity theft and I wouldn’t actually be getting Hollywood or jails. Someone appears to have created me JUST LIKE A PRISON SPECIAL or CONVICT PRODUCER… without contacts or money. I’m saying these names had eyes on me and spoke to me some in the 1970s while I was too young to speak for myself. I actually was not old enough or big enough to ride all the rides at Disneyland.
Back then I was NOT CERTAIN what was “previs for others” or planning for my life. Guess we found out.