The Hills can feel pretty remote and woodsy in places, so we get why New Yorker Moby assumed his only neighbors at Wolf's Lair were "coyotes and frogs." He hasn't been locking his doors up there, so as he wrote on his blog yesterday "i woke up and there was a complete stranger sitting in my living room. robbie." Moby tells Curbed in an email that he ran into Robbie--again, a complete stranger--in Wolf's Lair's John Lautner-designed guesthouse at 7 am. He suggested Robbie leave. Robbie told him "i might still be on acid." So lovely Moby gave the kid a sweatshirt and some breakfast money (try the 101 Cafe, Robbie!), and wrote in conclusion: "i hope robbie's ok, he seemed a bit lost. although i guess doing a ton of acid and wandering around griffith park in the middle of the night might be disorienting. i'm glad he didn't get eaten by coyotes or mountain lions." And, of course, "i guess i'll err on the side of security and actually lock my doors at night from now on."
· this morning i woke up and there was a complete stranger sitting in my living room. robbie. [Moby]