No one in Los Angeles does just one thing.

She's a model actress.

He is a singer-songwriter, and almost everyone is a writer-director.

In L.A. Lingo, they call these fancy... everyone is a writer-director.

In LA Lingo they call these fancy titles,

multi-hyphinates.

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 L.A.'s most intriguing and original multi-hiphonates.

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 one is about a fire.

Chapter two is about a different fire.

Chapter three, Chapter four, Chapter 5, 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 discovered that this might not be a 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 an $18 million trail of ashes.

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