No one in Los Angeles does just one thing.

She's a model actress, he's a singer-songwriter, and almost everyone is a writer-director.

In LA Lingo they call these fancy titles, multi-hyphenates, and of course they're mostly

just talk.

Few of these wild-eyed dreamers ever make their mark in any of the things they claim to

do.

But not in this case.

This is the story of one of LA's most intriguing and original multi-hyphenates.

A writer, who in the 90s, wrote a memorable novel about a sad loner who sets fires around

Los Angeles because it turns him on.

Sexually.

Chapter 1 is about a fire.

Chapter 2 is about a different fire.

Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Fire, Fire, Fire.

This book was not a great work of fiction.

But if you looked closer at the details of the different fires described in each chapter,

as investigators and prosecutors eventually did, you'd discover that this might not be

a work of fiction at all.

This book starts to look a lot like the real confessions of one of the most elusive

and prolific arsonists in American history.

A brush fire burned 67 homes.

29 other fires left in 18 million dollar trail of ashes.

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