Made It

I am in Pasadena. Twelve and a half hours one way. Traffic is killer, there are more stores than I've ever seen in my life, and 4 cineplexes within a mile from my hotel. Mexican and Thai restaurants reign supreme on each and every block. Real live Indians have commercials on TV every seven minutes crying about how their casinos are taxed too much and I am at least a foot taller than everyone on the street. Avis didn't have any compacts left so I'm stuck with a Mustang convertible in sunny California and $64 a day to eat, compliments of you fine taxpayers! I saw the"Apple" guy get into a limo, clean shaven, carrying a little gift bag accompanied by two goons in black suits. His "PC" buddy was nowhere in sight. The hotel already had a Speakman shower head installed but the pillows are stuffed with feathers and my eyes are tearing as much as my nose is running. I was told by a guy at the office how I look a hundred percent better now than I did when I was in Baton Rouge. Kinda creepy and nice at the same time. I guess that is my point as usual. Checks and balances, ying and yang, sweet and sour, one man's chi is another man's pee and so on.