Our future residential neighborhood once Mr. Robin Williams gives in to the temptation of our incessant stalker-like cries for attention. We'd like to imagine that he's only playing hard to get in this risky game of cat and mouse (we being the cat, and him the timid, sly mouse hiding away in his hole).
We arrived at this very house each morning at approximately 8:30 am and remained here until 6:00 pm when the shoot ended. Infested with mold, termites, hazardous toxins and mealworms, this luxurious mansion aided to the demise of our somewhat healthy sinus and respiratory conditions.
The one and only pink, pastel-toned mansion home in Sea Cliff, San Francisco. Very classy, Robin [Williams]. This was our second time stalking him, so we gained enough nerve to walk on the right side of the sidewalk. When a man's voice yelled out "wrong side idiot!" our hearts stopped beating as we assumed it was Robin, himself, yelling down at us as a warning.. Then we realized it was just a driver passing by angrily yelling at another driver. Very disappointing.
We were surrounded by luscious flora in this upscale neighborhood known as Sea Cliff.
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