I remember when I was a cab driver in LA taking this really drunk and high hot shot sit com writer from a party in Beverly Hills to his house way up by the Hollywood sign because they decided he was too fucked up to drive. He asked me if I wanted some 'blow', as was the custom in 70's Hollywood, and of course as was my custom back then, I accepted. His beautiful home, over looking the entire LA Basin, was decorated in thousands of dollars worth of Buddhist sculptures and paintings and even had an indoor Zen sand garden with full size rakes for his guests. We snorted coke and raked in the garden. I asked him if he was a Buddhist and he said yes and material things meant very little to him. Only in Hollywood......