So Forrest's back.
And of course that means it's Jedi-lick time. But first, a story...
It's the last night of my LA trip in January. I'm sitting in a coffee shop somewhere between echo park and south beach (my west coast geography needs some work), having coffee with my business buddy neel, when my phone lights up.
Fuuuuuck, I mutter.
Forrest and I had talked a few days ago about shedding this evening, but I haven't heard from him since.
I've been assuming he forgot, or got busy.
Now I'm sitting at a taco restaurant (we got hungry), looking at my phone, and forrest's like "I'm setting it up! When can you get here."
I'm thinking 6am flight, which means I need to wake up at 4, haven't packed, don't have any food for tomorrow, and Whole Foods in downtown la closes at 10. (Cause they're SOFT;)
But I'm also thinking something else: Fuck It.
So I hop in the rental car and hump toward Rancho Kukamunga (which I'm probably misspelling).
Burn rubber getting there, then guess how long I made Forrest wait?
The answer is negative 50 minutes, because that's how long I waited, in the lobby of a weird practice studio in the middle of nowhere - which somehow mysteriously smelled like skunk - for Forrest to show.
But show he did, and we shed...ed(?).
Then he showed me this lick...