Dweezil Zappa World

I got a message sent to me today from a guy named Chris Acosta. He shared a story about my dad I had never heard. I have no way to confirm it's accuracy but it's a nice story. Here it is:

Subject: Your Dad helped me out

I'm in my 40's now, but when I was 15 I ran away from home. I was on the streets in Hollywood rummaging through a dumpster for anything I could eat or sell for money to eat. With no money and feeling desperate - I decided if I didn't find something, I was going to have to resort to stealing. I had met some punkers who lived in an abandoned church and they would break into cars and other crap to get by, but I didn't fell right about that. Anyway, While going through a trash can at a local business - a man drove up and asked me what I was doing; I told him. He asked me how old I was and I told him. He gave me $40.00 - told me to eat and go back home. I had a good meal, crashed behind Gil Turners, and went home the next morning.

I remembered his face and a few years later realized it was Frank Zappa. I've never told anybody that story before, but the man made a difference for me and probably never thought twice about it. I'm sharing this now because my mother and I were talking about those days the other day and she told me that she was so distraught that she decided if I didn't come home that day - she was going to do something terrible.

It all worked out in the end.

Just thought I would share that with you.

P.S.
I got my tickets for the Jeff Beck show next month at Nokia - can't wait to see ZPZ!!