Okay.

Ladies and gentlemen, Greg Bruce.

Once again, the smartest man in the world,

from Cal Zunes to you, from high above the ether located here in Hollywood,

California, we're in the back room of a comic book store,

an unlikely place, and yet the most majestic setting for comedy in all of SoCal.

Once again, we join hearts and hands here at the Nerd Melt Showroom in the back room

of a fabulous comic book store, adjacent to an alley and some parking,

and a bizarre, wired-off, fenced-off, fire department kind of government-looking area

in the back that they stare at you from, bailfully, when you make too much noise

or blow dope smoke over their fence.

It's not like Tim Allen, they don't meet you and join you in a conversation

and remain anonymous. They glare at you.

And that's what I like about a neighbor in Los Angeles.

This is the town where people are, and it's such a hurry,

they won't let you come out of your own driveway.

L.A. is a town, Ben Hurr, the climactic chariotsie and Ben Hurr,

is a hard-hating documentary about driving in Los Angeles.

If you've ever wondered if a man could be pulled behind a vehicle for ages

and be trampled to death and then barely carried off the field in time to avoid the other vehicles coming out them

and then die in your arms, it can happen in L.A.

And it does almost every day. It really doesn't matter where you're going.

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