The year: 1989.

The place: dilapidated beachfront apartment on Venice beach.

I was awakened one groggy morning by a knock on the front door. It was Jerry brown, who came into my apartment and said something quite memorable.

Watch the video of me telling the story:

(Yes, I told this story as a podcast some time ago, but since Governor Brown was inaugurated yesterday I could not resist telling the story again.)