SOME CRAZY RUSSIAN GUY ALL IN BLACK WAS RAGING ABOUT HIS DOG NOT BEING FED FOR TWENTY HOURS. HE WAS ALL, “IT MIGHT DIE.” AND I WAS LIKE, “DUDE, THEY SEDATE THE SHIT OUT OF THEM. THE DOG DOESN’T CARE.”
Yesterday T’Nealle, James, Charlie and I spent the better part of nine hours in what is basically a holding area for bad kids at Los Angeles International airport. I learned some important things: Never get a visa for the United States. Never. Just fill out one of the green slip things and tell them you’re [...]