Not for the first time this evening, I realize how utterly grateful I am for this tribe of people that I've found here in Los Angeles. It was unexpected, given my past here and all. Quite frankly, the last thing I expected when I stepped foot off the flight from Boston was to find people that I considered family to me. People I trust implicitly. But I did.
Lexington, Nic, and I roll up to the front of the circular drive of the now familiar frat house looking as out of place as it ever did-- classically frat in every way. The expansive property trails off in all directions serving as a stark reminder that it's impossible for us to cover this venue from all vantage points. We're going to try, though. We may not be MI6, but we're capable adults with an ax to grind. That counts for something.
