It is said that there is a land up north where people are barely able to get around because the freeway system is practically nonexistent – they have to take trains and buses and boats and even walk which just seems like the height of lunacy! To compensate they have developed a bizarre belief system that denounces the glorious freeway system of los angeles, a system of transportation so advanced that it allows for the unlimited expansion of civilization, one truckload at a time. My extremely cool business partner Bryant’s super-foxy girlfriend has been living up in that internal-combustion-deprived wasteland but he’s been gone for the last few days rescuing her and now she is back in L.A. to stay. I haven’t seen her yet but I imagine she is going to need some quality time zooming back and forth on the Santa Monica Freeway in order for her to get normal again. But that’s not the point, the point is we’re all going to Hawaii in two days because Bryant and I have a series of top-secret meetings with our client who wants us to design a restaurant for him on the island of Oahu. I’d go into more detail but I’ve probably said too much already! It would be easy to believe that my life is perfect but that would be a simplistic overstatement, ignoring the unadorned truths of my raw existence such as the mysterious infestation of friendly moths in my apartment and the evil machinations of our demented landlord Dr. Heshaghian, and the troubling whims of my capricious heart!
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