A West Coast-visiting FrontBurnervian files this report:
While visiting a Dallas friend that was in LA this weekend, we spotted “the nose” – as she calls Owen – around 11p on Friday evening. Actually, she first spotted Owen as we walked near the Santa Monica Pier along the oceanfront concrete pathway. Not believing her, I made us walk back towards Mr. Wilson, pass him, then turn around to get a better look. Yep, it was him… wearing a nice log-sleeved button-down shirt and khakis. He was walking with a strange looking man: 40-ish, about as tall as Owen, and a mess of curly, unkept hair that was balding on top. His clothes matched his hair. My friend immediately thought it was a “pot-smoking-provider friend.” I just assumed he was on a date, and the whole affair was a romantic stroll under the California moonlight…
Hmm, not sure about that “date” part. But the rest sounds very Butterscotch Stalliony.
