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.

It's Forrest.

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...
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