Ep 4 is kinda the LA version of the “Champagne Papi” ep of Atlanta.

This post is unfortunately not inspired by me drinking whiskey but by that dumb Tarantino quote making the rounds.

And eliminating pundits and self-help freaks altogether.

We’re now all enjoying She Wants Revenge.

I’m about to fuck up a lot of people’s workouts.

Arrived outside gym at 12:07 to see a sign on the door saying the staff would be back at 1 PM. I am now sitting on a bench in the middle of a mall, contemplating life.

God knows I’ve been looking for a new affectation.