Biking at my favorite spot in Berkeley again, wearing shorts, in 50 degree weather. Figured this was the best way to force myself to appreciate the inferno that awaits me in Los Angeles.
Driving back to LA today, if anyone wants a signed copy of Katrina’s Ghost, forget to use your turn signals and drive way too slowly in the fast lane on the Five freeway. I’ll toss the book to you through any open window, as hard as I can.
