Life Is A Near-death Experience.

So I Live In Los Angeles, And It's Kind Of A Goofy Place. They Have An Airport Named After John Wayne. That Ought To Explain It. It Has A Charming Kind Of Superstitious Innocence.

Everything Beeps Now.

Kilometers Are Shorter Than Miles. Save Gas, Take Your Next Trip In Kilometers.

Picture Your Grandmother In Hell, Baking Pies... Without An Oven.

My Advice: Just Keep Movin' Straight Ahead. Every Now And Then You Find Yourself In A Different Place.