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So, my first destination involving a freeway was going to be UCLA next weekend, but yesterday I DONE DID THE DEED.
I had to go pick up something for my teaching gig and my boss-person-thing lives in granada hills. So I picked up Chloe, got on the freeway and drove to a real place like a normal person! It was a bit scary, and I don't get the freeway, but we did it!
Once we got to the valley, we figured that we could do something RISKY. And what's riskier than NORTHRIDGE? It's a place of passion and crime, I tell you.
So, we went to a hookah bar that reminded me of Green Street Cafe... except it was underground and there were lots of indian wiggers.
As dear Chloe is under 18, I taught her the ways of the world of underage entrance. While I got carded, she hid in the bathroom like a pro.
And just as I thought my family life could not be any more harmonious... it exploded!! Why this happen, son? I hope that i am not a gay-and-not-constantly-critical-of-my-values-and-the-way-my-actions-affect-everyone adult. But also, I understand how it rolls.