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Jukebox: Henry Rollins - Talk Is Cheap, vol. 1, disc 1

I don't know if the reason for outside being so ugly is because it's LA or because of the fires in the Valley. I just got back from taking my passengers from LA to Downtown on the miraculously traffic-free LA interstates. It's not that there's no traffic at all. It's just that the directions I was going was traffic free. Awesome.

My passengers spoke very little English, being that they're from Milan. The only thing I got from them was while we were approaching downtown passing the Staples Center he asked if that's where the Clippers play. I told him yeah, and I was surprised that he didn't ask about the Lakers, because no one cares about the Clippers.

I parked the car and was walking into the office and on the way in, including me, there were three Asians walking to the entrance. It was pretty funny. I couldn't stop smiling.

So I'm back in the office. I'm sitting on the desk blogging. I just looked up. What the fuck am I doing?