We're back.

How's it going?

It's going okay. I'm in Los Angeles, which is not my favorite, favorite place, but

not for too much longer. So it's fine. I think I'm really just to traumatize from being

poor for so long in LA that it just feels very, very haunted, especially on the east side.

It just triggers feelings of intense worthlessness and dread and despair, even though nothing

is really happening to more than death. I'm in a much better place than I used to be,

but it's still just you know. It's like Mahal and Drive, once you see the CD underbelly,

you can't unsee it. You can't unsee it exactly. It's with you far behind the dumpster.

The torments are ceaseless. That's cool. So you can never live in LA again, really.

Maybe down the line, I think I could, but I don't know how to drive. It still makes my

life really hard. I'm 30 now, so I don't think I'm going to... Even if I learned how

to drive, I don't think I would be like a avid driver. Yeah. I don't think I would take

to it. Yeah. I feel you. I don't particularly love driving. I love sitting in a car that's

being driven. Yeah. I like being a passenger. Yeah. I guess that bodes well for our future

net worth. Yeah. We're disposed toward wealth. Yeah. They are so out of touch. Yeah. I like

being out of... I like being out of touch. I know. I agree. I think it's the only way

to be because the sheer excess of information available to you will literally make your

head explode. Yeah. Exactly. And they want us to be demoralized. Yeah. And it's very hard

to tell what's what anyway. Basically impossible. So no point in trying. Yeah. Hence our

docket. Yeah. What's on the docket today? I don't know. I'm like a little hungover

because I went out last night and lost my whole ass bag. You lost your baby at the bottom.

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