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Also, since we are deep in the suns-out-guns-out days of summer, I just thought I’d drop a quick reminder that I have some ZERO CRED tees in my store for only twenty bucks. I currently have all sizes stocked. You can even cut the sleeves off if you want. There’s no law against it. I’ve also got some SELLOUT dad hats available. (You do not have to be a dad to wear one, I checked.)
I started searching AI for my own name which produced some pretty horrific results where AI straight-up made up books I’ve never written. Very cool technology we’re resting our entire planet on!
I also wrote about how seeing the movie Backrooms freaked me out because it was pretty identical to a dream I’ve been having my entire life. A weird thing happened after I published this. A few people wrote me to say that they also have been having a version of this dream for years. I went on Reddit and found a few users who have had it too. Have you been having this dream as well? You are not alone.
The Sunset Strip was once the coolest stretch of road in the entire world, a place where rock stars partied so hard that entire books have been written about their legendary debauchery. But for as long as I’ve lived in this city, West Hollywood has been a faded snapshot of its former glory. Iconic venues like The Whiskey and the Viper Room are still open, but now keep the lights on with hair metal tribute nights. Any new culture that’s popped up in recent years has been a mix of tourist-trap torture and superficial influencer nonsense. Teens on Lime scooters whiz by the Skims store, stopping to take selfies in front of a billboard for some terrible Kevin Hart movie on Netflix. Also it is physically impossible to park in the entire zip code for less than twenty dollars.
So when I heard that a giant sinkhole had opened up right in the middle of the Strip and swallowed West Hollywood I thought to myself ah well good riddance not my problem. This was of course right when my friend Drew Thomson invited me to the area to see him play the Roxy.
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