Chapter 4: Los Angeles

You know the TV depictions of the Southern Californian bubblehead? It’s not a gross exaggeration. It took me until I was sat in a shopping mall in Hollywood to hear my first, but sure enough along came a woman with overlarge sunglasses, a Starbucks in one hand, and her iPhone and dog leash (attached to a just-barely-visible-to-the-naked-eye Chihuahua) in the other. She was complaining loudly about how Chet stood her up, but she thought the thing was sketchy anyway because who tries to plan a date at a taqueria?

Warner Bros. Backlot Sets

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