Sometimes I just had to get out, walk around a bit and let my thoughts run free. I went to a park north of Hollywood, sat on a bench, and stroked my guitar.
It was forbidden to perform but many artists came here like me to unfold and practice. All of a sudden, a monkey came by and danced to it. I started to communicate with him by the music and the spectacle took his run. Then, the park attendant came to dissolve the meeting.
A visitor handed me a 5-dollar bill. And promptly
the monkey snapped the bill and ran away. 
Everyone laughed and clapped - that was the birth of Five Dollar Monkey Park.

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