June 27, 2018

There’s a two day gap in your memory. One minute you were leaving to hike Benedict Canyon, the next you’re coughing up a molar in a Long Beach public bathroom. What day is it? The 26th? It seems like yesterday was the 24th. What happened in those two days? And why is your wallet filled only with Velcro? What’s going on? Maybe that poodle knows.

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