A friend woke me up at a godawful hour of 10am so we could get breakfast on this, my last day of freedom before returning to the soul-destroying experience that is my corporate entertainment design packaging dayjob. Somehow in the nearly 2 years that I’ve been stranded here in L.A. I hadn’t made it out to any of the fine Denny’s establishments in the area. Maybe it’s because at 3am there is still so much great street meat, burrito stands and Fred 62 around. But fuck it, it’s breakfast, let’s hit the Denny’s at Sunset and Gower in the *cough* Gower Gulch. A stripmall which resembles half of the mainstreet in an 1800’s frontier town. Am I back in the midwest? No, I can still see the arclight, it must be some sort of time-space bubble?

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