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You're walking around and run into maybe the L.A. celebrity, but could you please tell

the story because we were fucking, we were cracking up.

Yeah, yeah. So, you know, like you said, flew out there, you know, for most film festival, shout out there. And of course, you know, going to kick it with John and the family and the God baby and Sumi and everybody. So we had wrapped up the pot and me and John had, you know, talked about the time that I was going to come over there, which didn't work. I came like a couple of hours later, mainly because I got sidetracked by this shit, right?

So I talk about the time that I was going to come over there, which didn't work. I came like a couple hours later, mainly because I got sidetracked by this shit, right?

So I was, you know, getting ready to the shower and get dressed, and I realized I didn't pack my deodorant, right? So I instigart some deodorant. I mean, like, some water and some fruit. I wasn't going to have goddamn spend an $8 delivery fee on a fucking $4 the owner or some shit.

So I made the little Instacart trip worth it. And I go down there to get my Instacart. Should I go outside my hotel? And I am in Santa Monica on Ocean F at the Shore Hotel. And the funny shit is, Jackson had just mentioned the restaurant that's right next to it. He said, I had that. That's a happening spot in Santa Monica. Not even happening, just like a legacy place, which makes it, which is even more fitting. It's like, it's like a classic L.A. by the beach spot, Ivy in the shore. Yep. So, so I step outside my hotel to me, my Instagram guy, I pick up my shit.

I turned to my left.

I look down the block and I see Magic Johnson and Pat Raleigh cook me and Pat Raleigh's wife on a fucking double date at Ivy at the show.

Double day date.

Right.

Double brunch date.

Crazy.

Yeah.

Right.

Fucking basketball, Royal Los Angeles basketball royalty. Pat Riley. Right. No, brunch date. Crazy. Yeah. Right. Fucking basketball

Royal Los Angeles basketball royalty.

Pat Riley and Magic Johnson.

You know what I'm saying?

The fucking president of the Showtime Lakers just fucking getting some scrambled

eggs and shit, right?

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