I must admit that yes, I did ask him when he was leaving. And yes, I did ask him why he was here. I’m ashamed and downtrodden. He paid for breakfast though, and it was quite good – even if Cantor’s, in general, is a Jerry’s Deli-esque sludgehole that, IMHO, is not even on par with any random House du Waffle in Florida. Where was I? Oh yes. In California. Just incredible. Sometimes, like the man says, I look around and just think, “Wow. I live here.”
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